a heavier question to ponder than most,
these peas that look out for each other, can we eat them?
if we can't eat peas, is broccoli game, or butternut squash,
blades of grass sing together, weeds wiggle under fences
together, what if every plant talks, our ears will grow
deaf with their chorus of protest, their wilting
gazes, we will turn away hungry
for what, we wonder.
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I was having thoughts much like this the other day, feeling intensely some underlying intelligence in the kale. All plants lined up behind the kale. What a great poem.
Plus your paeans and mourning for Buddy. You are a true poet.
Mary
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