Nothing seems to come today
too occupied by thought.
I could recount the story
of a Nepalese man
who might be shady,
or talk of a power struggle
gone South.
But both would be
without emotion
like I feel now
But I have a promise to fulfill.
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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