Seeds

thoughts are as sycamore seeds
dancing on the autumn breeze
keeping time as new October
play waltzes through the trees
ten thousand flashes all at once
spinning round and round
and from them grow my fantasies
when they’ve all gone to ground.

littered are these tiny prayers
across the broken earth
and from these kernels fallen
spring dreams of a rebirth.

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