knobby twigs
mossy terracotta pots in neat rows
filled with rich soil
fragrant with life
roots reaching deep towards the planet’s core
somehow sensing the source
green tendrils coiling
filled with chlorophyll
straining with all their might
towards the sun
in the opposite direction
a buzzing batallion
gathering sweet nectar
scattering pollen
the rose geranium
fuzzy leaves fluttering
I rub one between my soil-covered fingers
releasing the scent
of something beautiful
antique
and secret
I line a buttered cake pan
with their hand-shaped leaves
I pour batter over them
and as I do
I realize they’re not hands at all
but stars
like the stars above
whispering our fate
~Melissa Placzek 2011
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