MD Kerr

A plant responds

hay(na)ku

No
bees tickle
my soft places.

Throw
the pollen
out: start again.

Silence
without humming
still has wind.

Colours
are only
for me, now.

Throatsí
deep sap
call no hummingbird.

Uncurl,
my leaves:
Iíll throw spores.

Roars
rip underbrush:
Iíll grow thicker.

Smells
are all
heat, damp, green.

Twist,
my stems:
hunt the sun.

Text of the poem

Thanks to Napowrimo.net for the prompt to write a series of hay(na)ku and The Writers' Greenhouse for the prompt to write about a surprising fact – in this case, spores.

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