I remember a news story from April about cherry stones which grew quickly and strangely after being taken up into space, and associative leaps happened.
Cherry Stones from Outer Space
Perhaps one will find its way
into our hemisphere, sinking
deeply enough into our arid soil–
there, just beyond
this property line, the border where we cut
the lawnmower’s trajectory and let nature have the rest.
Perhaps there, among the dandelions and thistles,
something alien will grow.
Slowly, at first, of course, nearly imperceptible,
always inches away from our roaring passages,
it will sink its taproot and find still waters
running beneath our manicured existence.
Perhaps you will notice before I
how quickly its petals unfold (you would),
and how few there are.