Sowing Circle


May 9, 2015

FeaturesIssue 12: May/June 2015

Only now can I comprehend
that a seed plant is no-thing
but a lacework of relations;
mycorrhizae embroidered
onto roots
crocheted into the soil,
pollinators hovering
in homage
to a flower
—as if stitching
the pollen on the anthers
into the stigma on the style
or seed dispersal agents
(like you or me)
tricked into being
one more means
by which plants go cruising.

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