Spared Seed
To C.J. Laity

By Tatiana Pahlen

When they conceived me over night
No one believed the seed they spared
would grow large without light,
without water, bite or air.

I dwelled on strength of dust and felt
and casual sneezes of new arrivals
that held my nutrients at hand;
the burning neon was ultra vital.

I crawl daily from page to page
Observing lengths of my next flower
to pollinate or grow sage;
I line up trophies like towers.

I eschew sleep as you will learn
To keep my brain cells in good shape,
I nibble manuscripts and tomes;
What else can you claim from a bookworm?

January 5, 2006

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