Midnight Sprints

Full moon? Kazami points
I smile, shake my head – not yet – and
Climb into the bed
Of the truck to ride down
Through the darkness
Wind in my curls
Flittering lightning bugs and
The planetarium of twinkling stars, above
Replace the truck headlights and
Guide us to the long beds of
Germinating seeds
Kazami and I each take one dripping tape and then
We are sprinting – 100 meter dash –
Down those beds, tape in hand
Moving them to the middle rows so that
Those seeds, too, will drink
We walk back, breathing hard, and then
Pick up another tape to race again and again
Until lungs and leg muscles ache and
I am smiling, saying goodnight
To those thirsty seeds…

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