3rd in Any Living Thing Contest (Sponsor: Charles Messina)
Judged: 19th April, 2026
My husband laughed When we bought you, Little basil. The year was new— "Let's help Jack, too. Cook some sweet stew." My husband smiled. Still green, surprise, A brown thumb fluke. Through furnace skies, Broken clouds' cries, Expanding size. We chase your pests, Taste our small crop— Piquant petals On countertop Yielding non-stop. Seasoned leaves plop.
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