POEM: Vegging Out

Back to the garden…

Vegging Out

As the whirled turns
Hour back
To the garden
Spending time
With God
Tock with me
Wok with me
Let us
Stir
Fry
These vegetables
Into something
Spicy
Delicious
Better than any edible
Unearth

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