Planting lentils

Lentils, Esau-old, ochrebrown as Judean earth, slip through the profligate gaps between my fingers. Each holds a secret tale or antique myth. I press these stone ellipses into mud their color. Unless I'm late, they'll sprout and bloom and go to seed, create new bibliographies of parables, or next winter's feasts.

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