Lithograph, hand-colored with Prismacolor, 9 x 7"
Casting off the grand architecture,
beginning the awakening
from the one.
Honeysuckles are about the first plants to leaf out in the spring. They are the last to let go of their leaves in the late fall. You can pull them out by the roots and stick them in the dirt where nothing else will grow and they thrive. The poem is about meiosis.
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