[vc_row row_height_percent=”50″ override_padding=”yes” h_padding=”2″ top_padding=”3″ bottom_padding=”3″ back_image=”56863″ back_position=”center top” overlay_alpha=”0″ gutter_size=”3″ shift_y=”0″][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ position_vertical=”bottom” style=”dark” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ zoom_width=”0″ zoom_height=”0″ width=”1/1″][vc_custom_heading heading_semantic=”h1″ text_size=”fontsize-338686″ text_height=”fontheight-179065″ text_space=”fontspace-111509″ text_font=”font-762333″ text_weight=”700″ text_color=”color-xsdn” sub_reduced=”yes” subheading=”by Rob Carney”]Botany[/vc_custom_heading][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_empty_space empty_h=”2″][vc_column_text]I’m glad I know the ground’s a botanist
and not just something that we stand on.
Grow, it says, and there’s a sapling,
then a tree globed out with peaches. Every autumn
it says, Come here, let’s get those leaves off, baby.
Kind of like science, only much more sexy.
When April comes around, it seeds the air,
and farmers copy it, use pollinators—
bees, of course, and maybe hummingbirds,
highly specialized falcons, though I’m not sure;
I’m not an ornithologist. But bees
definitely. Wild symbiosis.
What a world! Each peach tree a genius.
And smarter than science, since it’s science we can eat.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_center” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space][vc_separator sep_color=”color-184322″ el_width=”30%”][vc_empty_space][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_right” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/3″][vc_single_image media=”57260″ media_width_percent=”100″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text]Rob Carney is originally from Washington state. He is the author of four books of poems, most recently 88 Maps (Lost Horse Press 2015). In 2014 he received the Robinson Jeffers/Tor House Foundation Award for Poetry. He lives in Salt Lake City.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][/vc_column][/vc_row]
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