The Garden

By Judith Trustone

​I visit my friends in the garden –
sexy, purple eggplants,
corn stalks six feet tall.
tomatoes bursting with ripeness
on the staked vine
green peppers, hanging like silent bells,
zucchini, gargantuan and green,
lettuce, delicate as lace,
baby peas hiding in blankets of pods,
waiting to be unzipped.

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