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Tulips at Bedside
by Lisa Marie Brodsky
Im surprised the tulips grew
still in their pot
with minimal water
but they flourished
the red skirts twirling open
by my bedside
where my dreams of you flourished,
always in the periphery
of my subconscious
just like upon opening
my eyes
blinking in the dead of night
the tulips were always there,
in the periphery
growing, blossoming
into the memory of you.
01/26/2007 Posted on 01/26/2007
Copyright © 2026 Lisa Marie Brodsky
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