Sunday, April 25, 2010
Kernel
Tiny wrinkled thing
A yellow ladybug
Dry and dead as stone
It rested in my palm
I buried it beneath
The black leaf loam
From the grave it rose;
Green phoenix stretching
Lifting striated wings
Worshipping the sun
In months, taller than I
It rustled against the sky
Golden hair flowing
Over full robust arms
Beneath rough sleeves
Cobs bulged with life
Children nestled close
Growing in the night
Standing tall like Kali
Glorying in her might
Rebirth from destruction
Born again from death
Multiplied like stars
Reformed and alive
Such is spirit reborn
Like a kernel of corn
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