Cuttings

The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)

Sticks-in-a-drowse droop over sugary loam,Their intricate stem-fur dries;But till the delicate slips keep coaxing up water;The small cells bulge;

One nub of growthNudges a sand-crumb loose,Pokes through a musty sheathIts pale tendrilous horn.

The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)