A misread,
that happiness

comes indecently—
but there’s certainly

no modesty
as this seedling

unfurls
for how many years

was it less
than a thought

a dream
of life

impossibly both
blueprint

and raw
material

in a desiccated
husk a hull

a fleck
of the plant

that it once was
and will be

again
preposterously

and joyfully
the promise

is kept
this the little

green antidote
for a heart

that is wanting–