Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Crop Talk

8. prompt: an agreement poem

Artichokes: nine ripe at once.
One friend takes the crop; her family
loves the salad.
One friend has French ancestry; her
mouth turns down at the thought
of all that fiddly preparation, a
childhood of hunger never
quickly enough satisfied.

The other friend, a gardener,
says: They're gorgeous to look at.
And they grow SO big!! 
She agrees. Notices another
five ripe and ready for the table.
She calls friend one, thinks
friend three's thought, and knocks
earwigs out of the green cones.

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