Gardening In March

Above-stairs, a sullen winter day;
downstairs, we garden.

A bag of soil, dry and inert, waits
for heat’s abracadabra.

Packeted diamonds in the rough,
seeds personify prayers.

A single kernel is tucked into each
black plastic bassinet.

Then, dampened soil is allowed
to percolate under light.

Tonight, the same tired silence
will drag us off to sleep.

Yet with dirt beneath our nails,
how our dreams blossom.

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