Kiss me
as you lay down
in your great western bed
with stubbled blankets
of last year's harvest
quilted earth stitched
with fencing and road
red passion fading
to night's inviting shadow-
Kiss me before you sleep.
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The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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4 comments:
That is an awesome picture! the poem is of course amazing as well.
Do you mean the sun kisses us as it sets?
Thank you both for commenting. Yeah Sonia, I was thinking it kisses us as it sets. A big wet passionate kiss!
This is great info to know.
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