Everything I need
for the next day
or week
is in my backpack
on my back
and I am free
because I need so little.
Through desert
or mountain
river
or waste
All I need
is on my back.
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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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