Secret Hollow

The flowers
were big then, 
blooming purple 
(subtlety of mauve
being yet unnamed)
in the secret hollow,
cozy for bumblebees — 
The earth was soft
beneath dew-spangled grass, 
rich with snail’s eggs
and something else 
I haven’t found 
yet, dropped
in the ferns — 
a secret told
only to the flowers.


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