Aspiration, or, ode to a pea

For Mary, who considers even the weeds

I may yet be good
enough to rebirth
as a pea, emerging

from soil like a
curled biceps,
muscular and

confident, climbing
the fence of possibility,
unfurling blossoms

pink and delicate as
a baby’s lips. And
maybe before

it’s done I will yield
some small harvest,
but if not, if not,

are you not fed by
my singular
devotion, how I

rooted and rose,
offered my brief beauty?

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