Faces spin
blurring together
like a peach smoothie
leaves me hungry and thirsty.
Let me sit
with bread, meat and water
at a table with few chairs
to eat my fill.
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:
yum, I love smoothies!
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