Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Andrea Witzke-Slot Seeds Yesterday I wanted to plant flowers. No. I wanted to plant seeds. The ground was cold and hard. A jackhammer was needed. I threw my kernels over the ground, Watched them scatter, roll stiffly in the wind. From my window today, I see birds gather in the ice-capped air, pecking in frenzy. Spring Gentian Yesterday I wanted to plant flowers. It rained all morning. I slid my spade into soft soil, dug neat holes. The sun appeared at my back. I mauled life into sturdy position, Plugged the right resources, prayed for May showers. From my window today, I watch explosions of blue sway in my garden. Next Poem
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