I went to a concert last night
wispy fingers scratched chords
through a duct tape guitar
and an harmonica held up
by a lashed piece of bamboo.
Close your eyes
he sounds like many
then you can hear
the faint melody
pulsing like a flickering memory.
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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