The Last Anticipation

In a field no longer on its back & burning; out of a poor floral that has not laid with Rain since a spring lightning---the last anticipation of this wild radish will become what the absent Water left behind: voids of the ravished "anticipating" the root each seed will excite when Light is again a flame.

Gone to seed I am like a sea the Sun is eager to river.

Raphanus sativus