Rachel VanHorn Leroy


Life Cycle


Soil brushes against
the inside of my finger
like sweet mush.
The patted down surface
of broken life re-emerges
from itself in a circle.
A tiny green speck bursts through
the placenta of blackness
and opens its two tiny digits
to the far-off sky
with very little chance
of living
and reaches all the more
for the air and the light.

4 comments:

Michael said...

I like this. :)

hundredsofbillions said...

sweet mush is great. is that a real food? made me think of cornbread in buttermilk... or sweet potatoes. either way, its perfectly evocative.

Anonymous said...

A tiny green speck bursts through
the placenta of blackness

This is my favorite line. Vivid and succinct.

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