Seeds

For starters, here is a poem that was selected for 5th place out of 4291 entries in a recent Writer's Digest poetry contest.

Seeds

The sycamores drop

helicopter seeds upon

the Brooklyn street.

I stoop and lift

a large green specimen

and split its knobby end.

Its moist and sticky

pulp heralds a nose

Gepetto would approve.

I paste it on my nostrils,

and inhale pure chlorophyll.

It holds, clownlike,

a scythe blade pointing up

to a green translucent roof

where a web of branches

meet and dance mid-street,

where sun and shadows

penetrate the leafy ceiling.

For just one moment

It’s easy to forget the mass

of humankind sharing

oil-soiled air and water.

It’s me alone, looking silly

beneath a peaceful sky

C0pyright 2007, Robert Tell

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