Growth

The soil is damp enough,
A seed might have a chance.
Of getting through the night,

And from there to other
Opportunities Earth
Might provide, might provide.

Meanwhile, see another seed
Sitting on the sill’s edge,
Balanced to fall over.

The world’s been full of blooms
For so long now, it’s tough
To picture it without

A buzzy beard growth
Around the chin all ways,
And in all directions.