Spared Seed

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
occasional 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 to expect from a bookworm?

January 5, 2006

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