Carelessly discarded, a seed
may find fertile earth, germinate,
mature over time into the flourishing
tree that gives forth fruit—
a pear, for instance, plucked with wonder
by a knowing hand.
in response to...
A sort of inquiry at Frank Wilson's blog Books, Inq.
The poem posted above is revised from the offering I posted in that thread; I never could leave well enough alone.
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