JUNE GARDEN
Yellow udders
sag
for the squash god.
Low
broccoli leaves
resemble
young tobacco plants.
Tall tomato vines
relax
against faded stakes
that resemble Medieval canes.
Ruby lettuce
crouches in
silent fireworks.
Onions & garlic
devour
subterranean light.
A rhubarb’s wild elephant ear
dozes in cool humidity;
the entire herd
grazes in the mist.
They all know
I’m a brother.
I carry
their scent
wherever I go.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Strange Road
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