Seedlings abandoned to their fates

Like a playwrite on opening night,

A new mother who dares fall asleep,

A sailor whose ship rocks at anchor in the storm,

I plant, and water, and walk away

From these seedlings

Still so tender,

Hardly having assumed their identities as broccoli raab, mustard, beets.

One bite is mortal.

What will daylight find?


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