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.
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