Seed

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This my body
Seed of need
A husk to hold the hub
Of all beginnings
Breaking through
Each crust
A burst traverse
From in to outside
Making way
Toward the light
So brightly shine
The making of this day
Awake to stake
A claim to being
Born and seen
No ghostly dream
But being real so raw
Before I lay down
To my rest
At harvest time
The winnow of my fall

©K Barr

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