slip under the soil
pale knobby root thing
crooked rhizome sealed with scars
nothing to anyone else
be buried
be somewhere shaded
quiet empty place damp
liminal place for weeds
creeping out the woods
only another shoot
in the burgeoning world
break the shell of the earth
green egg tooth pierce the day
rise and unwrap
axil
deep ribs
alternating leaf
parallel veins
hanging white
the odor of memory