Young plant: sprout in grace shedding hull, fishing green headbud up toward the warmth until the world–bug-bitten, shale-sloped, veined and ruled with thickets comes into view but don’t despair. Tear out those leaves and hold them flat to the sky; sunburn your veins good and fill them with new blood until you burst until you warm your roots underneath the shifting maze of what would like to rule you.
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