sending my spirits deep into the soil from which they had emerged
were the birds the thieves in the late afternoon heat
there being no evidence of the slime of a slug or snail
an oppressive heat called me to water the sadly defrocked beans
in hope of resurrection, somehow, and from this baptismal font
scrambled hundreds of them, their crepuscular bodies scurrying
forth from the depths, the beans passageways providing a quick
exit from the drowning stream.
evil little roly-poly's, what shall be your fates
this oppressively hot summer day when there is no such
thing as a prison cell with tiny bars that can hold you all
in the darkness of the cool night you will find yourselves
lured away to the softest and sweetest delicacies, the fragile
edge of a lettuce leaf, and find yourselves too full to
wander astray for the delicate new leaves of
my newly planted beans
my spirits will soar again
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