This is lettuce seed. Like a tiny dandelion it opens with little fluff transports.
Been gathering these tykes for weeks now, winnowing them and putting
in a glass jar. Sitting in the sun and plucking these little things put me in a
poetic frame of mind.
A word is a seed.
From my lips to your ears.
From my fingers to your eyes.
Chosen carefully, it grows food.
Chosen poorly, it grows hunger.
Makes and releases it's own.
Seeds don't look like much in the Tupperware dish. But they are magic. Food.