A tiny shoot
virtually too compact to see
virtually too compact to feel
just commencing
to gain hold in the damp spring soil.
Touch it gently
a brush of the fingertips
coax it towards the sun
imagine its criterion.
Scour the surrounding flowerbed
for intruders who would
magnify the risks
choke off the possibilities.
Keep the enemies at a watchful distance
while you nurture this wee one
gleefully, peaceably,
literally.
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