Digging around amid the
Furrows I have raggedly plowed into
Fields that should be better regulated
That came to me in good order
I find a seed that I can plant
Water with such moistures as I can pour out until
A tangling vine springs forth to
Thread itself up the brickwork built up over many years
Cracking away the mortar as it scrabbles for purchase
Drawing from soil long since
Refined and reshaped for some sustenance
It can use to flower and fruit

That fruit
Plucked and taken in
Savored perhaps for its sweetness
Or enjoyed for its tartness upon the tongue
Or maybe boasted of for its bitterness
Bracing thereby whoever ingests it
Adds to and is subtracted from
Leaving a new seed
Replete with new fertilizer
To find its own place to sprout
Take root
And offer the chance for the cycle to
Start again

I have feasted on much fruit
Whether those sold in the markets Rosetti describes
Or such as may well have been forbidden in gardens long since
Spread the seeds that I have swallowed behind me and
All too often turned to look upon what arises
Thinking weeds good crops
And plucking grain before it has a chance to grow

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