Ekphrasis of an Amaryllis Bulb

Biding our time fighting the flu,
Staring at objects that come in our view.

Amaryllis, silent, you
Rest on vase with naught to do,
Stalk of green, and root of brown,
Waiting for your crimson crown;
How long will the waiting be,
Amaryllis, patiently?

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