Pop Ups

How dare you show your heads like that
as rooted in a jubilant flow
unrepressed by crusted face of snow
still iced and holding

Stems emergeant green as life on time
and bringing color
bold and lone
like that Chinese man who stood before the tanks
at Tiananamen
as first men before the glaciers

Tracing handprints on the walls of caves
the signal to the next who come
I was here and life returns
tomorrow