it sat split open
under a light.
One of the most expensive
rocks on the planet
a black gem
polished by saw
and hurled through the cosmos.
And when I touched it
it touched me.
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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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- Pullman, WA
- Just a kid out for adventure of the literary, vertical, and educational persuasion.
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