Scales of green bark flake from the oaks
exposing fraying hair follicles.
Winter–the earth’s season of self-care and haircuts.
diagram the cytoplasm
around the golgi’s chasms,
what does that thing do again?
clumsy as a giant,
I dye a gram
of petunia seeds pink,
train them to sprout under stars
we share two brain cells,
the golgi and the giant,
one entirely reserved for puns.
This winter, I plan to plant a third.
make everything glow cheerily
in midwinter’s bald dark
than blinding lamps
coaxing pink seedlings from the greenhouse soil.
2 thoughts on “Seedlings (or, short random poems)”
Loved the poem especially the last verse.
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