Bean Soup
They were the leftovers
the refuse at the cannery
the wanton waste of discolored greens;
today's menu _
stringy long tantalizing pods
crispy snappings along the opposing seams
limp wilted cultivars rejected
fallen and discarded to the bins;
at shifts end
hours passed daylight
stretching beyond supper time
my grandmother
entered in the kitchen
and in the pockets of her apron fell
the remnants of vegetable extravaganza
the makings for bean soup.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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