Ode to a Sunflower Seed-
April 2001
You, O Seed
With your inherent promise
Your hatchling a proud king
Tall, supple in his merry crown
Bowing to lesser blossoms
Gracious giant
From this salty womb
Now a heat-raped husk
Crunch
against my teeth.
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