It seems so simple, when you look,
Just a green stalk,
That has grown since sunrise,
Its top, a net like design,
A perfect ball, cylindrical growth
That appeared at the ultimate end
That weighs nothing on a stalk that
Weighs less than that, so fragile
That it bends with the slightest breeze
And a little more makes the grand
Launch of each small bit and piece
To be blow and settle, with the hope
Just the tiny hope, the smallest hope
That it will seed the ground, make
It live, make it be more than the
Grass alone could be.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Marla Bolton
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