Tuesday, May 17, 2016

We’re All Pink Inside Valentine

Small round black seeds
next year’s pink and
white sweet peas
sleep in my palm
were I to plant them
in myself they would
yield only death
but in the ground
their deaths yield
only climbing tendril
leaf and flower 
and in the end
a seed-pod which
in drying twists itself
and twisting finally
explodes these seeds
I catch and keep

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