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.