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–
This unseasonable warmth triggers an appetite for growth, voracious circles result around the rows at Home Depot, here’s the healthiest foliage, here’s a charity case, the names seduce, Caladium, coleum, lemon, firesticks– all for inside though. March here is two-faced, February not even worth mentioning, so one cultivates a life indoors, re-learns caring, waits for spring as a new leaf unfurls, revealing itself as such.
The favas have sprouted, green springs that turn into the soil, orient to sun, unfurl fat cotyledons–already this would not fit back into the seed. And the science of it is nota counterpart to joy, howeverthis shock of seedlings arises,in the secret of the night, veiled by the sheer fabricof a row cover, turning open– it may not be through cheerfulalliance that they all grewas one, but one can stillsay their new life compels them, and suspect that glee may transcend sentience– […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 