For John Anderson's "Tanka Triptych" Contest
metal beads dropped in a great jar of liquid glass will anything grow— from inorganic kernels tucked within a sunless hall? rainbow branches rise as brittle flames pierce the seas crystal cores blooming art and science harmonize in a forest made of glass this everyone knows: plants grow green under the sun nature teaches still primordial elements are mysteries yet unearthed
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