meditation on the seed
that does not come to fruition

the seed that does not germinate
       a placeholder in the pod

the seed that sprouts and dies
       green manure for the soil

the sprout that doesn’t bear fruit
the fruit that doesn’t ripen

       profuse extinction of excess
       gone all fossils

The title seems to be a “calque” on Reflections on a Gift of Watermellon Pickle from a Friend Called Felicity

And so for day 479

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