by Will Schmit
The final splay of our tulip
is a table top Ferris wheel
purple petals wide
as a lion’s mane.
Flowering jumble in a water jar, the bulb brings life and the stem snipped for the day’s bouquet.
The kitchen wild for it, the meal graced, the wet grey spring proposes from the window.
Husband and wife working the home hours chance a glance at the bloom and remember Who gives.