By Martin Gomes

Seed Cycle

(Or Japanese Plants: A Series of Haikus & a Tanka)

Plant, water, nurture.

Tend to seeds, then feast from them.

Build up to bite down.

Clean air, fresh ripe fruit,

Juice, scents, all the nutrients,

Fed to us, then soil.

We water, they feed.

We breathe from all the healthy trees.

Plants farm us for years,

Fattening us farmers up

With the fruits of their labour.

This is the cycle:

We plant, they grow, then we eat.

We die, we feed them.

Poems in Passage

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Design and layout by Marissa Korda and Marta Ryczko

Picture of the Seed Cycle poem taken on the Toronto subway in April, 2024.