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sifting through the pricked and pointed sharp-edged leaves in search of ripe cucumbers I smile--- this also by seed--- and see that it gives way tomatoes fatten and split carrots bulge, dig deeper romaine and red leaf flare and curl ~ oh, yes, there are other gods they stir or stab within the breast; punch and gallop from the loins others merely stand in the shadows, watching but today this one--- this vegetable, earth goddess--- sings to me ~ this slow-ripening heart Copyright ©2000, David Robinson, All rights reserved. |
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