Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Seed

by Justine C. Tajonera

I did not see it at first,
the fully grown tree,
the branches reaching outward,
the leaves that catch the sun,
the roots deep in the earth,
the strength of the trunk,
the beauty of the flower,
the sweetness of the fruit.

Talking to you,
I grasped the seed.

In my life
there was no tree
there was never going to be
a tree.

And there is a full
chance that the seed
will never

But here is where I am
that it could grow.

For Irene
(Feb. 27, 2010)
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