Sunday, May 29, 2011

Received

I breathe small love on a sunflower seed; it sprouts in my open hand.  Although lacking the usual sun and rain, its growth is phenomenal.  Soon the plant outgrows the kitchen ceiling, moves out the closest window into outer space.  Soon---- and I am not making this up----- the neighborhood streets fill with birdsong and clean, golden smell of petals drifting down.



                                                                          

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