NEW MOON

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In paper packets
hundreds of tiny promises lie,
maybe morning glories, maybe cosmos,
awaiting a human act.

Someone has put off
the task of sowing them.
They don’t complain.
They dream a shallow trough,

a covering of earth,
some wet, some warmth,
and to express themselves
in a green birth.

Especially today,
the time of the new moon,
(best time to plant
the ancients say)

someone should touch the need
that drives us all,
toward life, the life
in every little seed.

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