I hold the world in my hand
a broken kaleidescope,
a spinning possibility.
And when I look
all the images
are smiling-
but they are stuck there
at the end of the tube.
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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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