Lightness of being

the bossom of earth heavied comfortably like eternity until the

light and water reached down,

tempting, the first reflex

stretched like a born gymnast,

the sails puffed out, epicotyl

reaching forward, greeting winds



The dizzying twilight of

standing up too fast

upon the split seed coat

hangs and hypocotyl

winks from past,

“keep braving on, the

lightness of being

is thrilling.”

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