the seeds’ unfurling pith, immerse one night
to speed their growth. Everything they need
is packed in that small case, such compact read-
iness, a code of heart-shaped leaves, of span,
of vining travel, corolla, petals,
the embryonic glory waiting for
a future tucked inside, its nourishment
and self nearly indistinguishable.
And like the seed they gathered from their loss
containing life’s inextinguishable
inner glimmer, a spiral spark-charged, tight
and concentrated on one thing: more life.