it starts with little rows of green
tiny stems pushing up
through dark earth
if you look away for awhile
and back they seem to have grown
from this much will come
in the mornings
i like to kneel down
notice the changes
see the shapes of the leaves
some like feathers or spades
these little plants are standing
out there in storms
lit up by lightning
and stomped by fat rain drops
they reach out on sunny days
race the sprouting weeds
which i pluck with thumb and forefinger
this little garden is our production
our plot
lining up the seeds and letting them grow
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