So flat-
Like a steamy pancake
the heights of man
tower the heights of earth
I see more stadiums than ancient Rome.
So many people.
So where did the rabbit
in my brother's yard
come from?
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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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