• Carly Feinman

Day 50- 11.5.20

The first flower bloomed

Today of all days.

And after months upon months of

green leaves and nothing else,

today my tomato plant

shows the first possibilities

of baring fruit.

Today of all days,

her delicate, yellow petals

stretched themselves awake

as I opened the blinds—

and we both stood

there for a moment,

together and taking in the

knowing silence.

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