Nov 02, 2007 20:15
artichokes
twice a week
armed with a molting feather duster
i launch an assault
on artichoke hearts
in wistful canned columns
perpetually filmy with grit,
beat ceaseless rows
of sodden vegetable organs
forever marooned and disregarded
on solitary shelves
rest the artichoke castaways
botanical reflections of the purest
of human hearts
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