they are small and leafless
growing in gravelly, dry soil
that is pounded through the winter with harsh snows
and scorched in the summer with intense sunlight
they are bright with color
sustaining people here with bitter vittles
as communities collect them for feasts
and taste them during times of famine
they lie dormant in my planters
exposed to what the world will bring
and me, investing in the ways of this landscape
nearby these seeds, hoping in spring
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