The Strawberry Seed

There is a strawberry seed

stuck

between my molars

this bitter kernel of fructose tomorrows.

Sunward searing -

down my lashes,

salt leans back into my eyes

-

quarried ocean brine

refracted through turgid time;

my sunroof is spider-webbed by

summer’s musings

spindled ‘round

that

Strawberry seed:

stuck-

between my left

molars, a strawberry seed

is stuck:

tomorrow,

through fruit found on roadside dunes

strawberries might sprout

Between my teeth

- there -

is stuck

a strawberry’s seed