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Sowing

I press my fingers
Into chocolate earth,
Feel the faint pulse
Of unborn seeds.
Morning sun strokes
The damp ground.
Come plant with me!

Baby open tiny leaves
Like an infant’s palms.
Midday brightness
Caresses my skin. I
Sprinkle small sprigs
With my fingertips.

I shower cool water
Over spongy soil,
Smile as it trickles
In slender ribbons.
My plants bathe
In afternoon gleam.

I pick ripe tomatoes,
Pop them through lips
parched from thirst.
Sweet strawberry buds
Dangle like tiny bells
In evening’s last rays.

The sun bids farewell,
Reeling in last beams
Like a fisherman. Luna
Sails by silvery stars
Like paper boats floating
In a dark blue pond.
Come plant with me!

Rachael Kim, age 16
Saratoga, California
Submitted Independently

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