Seeds.

Seeds.

Seeds…
Small seeds ungratified
Like barren eggs that never reached the womb
Like sperm dried on the hand.

I scatter them…

Seeds have a knowledge
I will never know.
A genius self contained within
From tiny seeds I’ve seen large flowers grow
From seeds I’ve eaten edibles.

Small match in flame
Can rage thru out the land
and burning all
Huge beans will grow

Huge beans will grow
Again…

Kristine Byrne Aug 2014