By Caroline Arnold ’16
It took you longer than the others
for the ivory blossoms of your branched arms
to break through the skin.
It took you longer
to reveal the purple-tinged flowers
that lay hidden inside of you,
the shape of saucers.
If you had been planted alone
you wouldn’t think you were different,
but you watched the others;
the blushing petals spread through the crabapple trees,
you waited quietly
for what you did not know
was already there.