Seedling the Sky


The stars will show you the way
to press them deep, steep them

in their own salt. The Three
Sisters need a bit of extra water,

a smidge of added laughter; then
watch them giggle, grow. This plot

of ebony is primed for wishes. That
one, for whim. Watch out for that

moon, she’s thirsty. (Leave her
darker side for stones unsewn.)



A georgic for NaPoWriMo, day 22 (and Earth Day.)


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