All the Suns

My leaves shout green at the meek walls:
stretching, reaching
from wilted brown to outrageous bloom.
I grow inquisitive shoots,
furl down,
and fall to beige carpet.
Welcome in the girl,
hold her lightly.
Welcome in the woman too.
Now I bloom for me.
Stoic in defiance of winds.
Shadow falters.
Painted on:
the lustre of my new skin glows last.
All the suns feed my yawning angry mouth.