Seeds

A cluster of stuck
together seeds stumbled
upon in the woods
as a boy, copiousness
of the word ‘the’
at that age, the seeds
delicate pungent and
so many hanging there
as the boy stumbles
into himself, heavy
with sick, too careful
by half

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