Restless heart-
you fill me with hope
dreams
and fantasy.
All the while
peeling away contentment
chunk by chunk
like a bleeding scab.
Its worth the trade
if you ask me.
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.
1 comment:
Strange, but that makes a lot of sense.
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