Next time, why not the crocus?
Why not the spoon, the pinwheel, or the plum?
The lowliest token might have and might still become
the lodestar of all focus,
chalice of all desire;
or once more this Dutch bulb (as by a switch
thrown someplace) might ignite a continent-wide itch,
a rage—its stock spike higher,
tremble, and never settle
until a bubble swallowing all the earth
bursts, wiping out entire empires’ worth of worth
without troubling one petal.