Strong Like the Tulips

((For my daughters
and all the daughters
to know they are
the tulips for this Spring
and the hundreds following.
And we are here—
there will be others—
undoubtedly marveling.))

Tulips can push themselves
through barely thawed ground
without growing claws
without wearing armor
without the till to soften
and fluff their bed.

Their bodies detailed paper
with perfect posture
even with their load
all on top their shoulders.

I like to think they enjoy
us marveling at how
they lead the season,
marveling at how
they trust their instinct,
marveling at how
much we forget we need them,
as they smile in blooms
and grow in bounty.

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