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Year of the Cucumber (Free verse) by Dovina

If only I were a cucumber no brain to think no need for thought feel with feet in soil water and mulch absorb the sun mix with carbon wallah – food no way to wander no wanderlust just live where planted grow blooms in season seeds for children provide their food in a luscious green shroud then die without fear born without crying

Jill Stockinger 26-Dec-20/6:15 PM
Enjoyed the thought and imagery. Loved the last line.




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