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More Chance by Ken
Shiovitz Long absent were screams of jay over granite, When unscented sulfur in silence uplifted, Cracked steel shell, sterile and crowning, Spilled two brown seeds upon barren ground. Barren Millie had sought a Masters in research, Loved silly nieces more than her needs, Lavished her dreams on time capsule contents, Set two tan seeds in twin tubes of glass. Tubes flew up gently, returned mutely shattered, Left two faded labels forever unread, Contrasted “Control” with treatment forgotten, As swelled two old seeds upon hostile earth. Hostile this planet, although home and parent, Bathed tiny balls of imploring new root, Assailed repentant, slow reaching leaf tips, Until finally lifts, single primrose, a flower. |
