The seed lay captured.
In a desert well.
Waiting….
In the blue
Motionless.
A sky sheep grazing.
Hanging fluffy
A relentless sun.
Awaiting……
The whirl
of the earth
For the mouth
of the well
To pass under
Its massive indifference.
Which released not rain
On the seed as it lay
Dormant in its power.
Containing a decision.
Which it took.
So it came to sprout
Began to burgeon
And blossom
Suspended…..
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