Seedpods
we didn't notice them at first.
seedpods.
on buses,
at train stations,
streetlamps,
in grocery carts.
then, a noise, like locusts hum
that filled the sky,
and all the seedpods broke
open at once, and all the
babies,
so hungry.
MR
2022-0313
(possibly written while on vacation in El Salvador)
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Sunday, March 13, 2022
Overheard at Table 2: Seedpods
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