Blessed Be the Harvest
i spread across
the parking lot
lots of mustard
seeds just to see
if while i sleep
they will still
grow and
so sowing
everyday i
notice and
take notice
to subtleties
through cracks
of tarmac that
have from each
year formed
glaciers in
micro form
opening in yawns
allowing sprouts
to choke on and
out to reach
the sun in an
Edenic wine
and spirits
liquor store's
paved lawn
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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