A Poem from My Uncle

I planted tomato seeds in
brown sifted soil, and
now I have a forest
of delicate green shoots.
I don’t know which ones
or if any are tomatoes.
The dead soil I took from the garden
didn’t look like it would
explode with life
as soon as it came inside.

It is a Miracle and a Nuisance

~ Dan Klinefelter

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