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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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