Stealing Peas

Stealing Peas all summer, warm-hot and lazy, the garden grew taller, so much taller than me. wondered where it came from all that green life. I helped papa plant the seeds my finger deep into the brown cool soil it smelled like safety, home. it tasted like strength. seeds are so tiny how does it fit? but no matter, good things were appearing all over the plot tomatoes so red and bursting the beginnings of corn cobs beans, green ones, yellow ones and peas oh… fat and round and sweet, irresistible. I hid behind stalks and vines and stuffed my face with glorious peas filling my pockets, with the empty shells, for later, hidden inside the compost heap.