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Today, my scrap of iris sibirica bloomed ˜No more than four thin fingers worth of rootWent in with hope for growth so long ago ˜And nowNot just a burst of pure cerulean blue,But unexpectedly, an amethyst unfurlingA curve of gilded violet turns towards the sun.Not just another iris then, but more a minor miracle.And so I sit, and pausing, undergo a transformationEvery bit as wonderful …