Posted in Poetry

knowing (part three)


you inherited the chive patch
knowing
picked blossoms fail to seed
saving you time later from unwanted guests -so

fill a jar with rice vinegar
bathe the purple buds
in time, pink flows

covering life in marinade
saucy joy splashes high
above the growing grass
menial tasks put off another day.

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