Succession
After days of rain, snap peas
ripen, sorrel sweet, nip at
cheek and tongue, give way under
teeth grateful for the cooling
crunch. My bowl set down, I eat
right from the vines – as I plan
their demise to make room for beans.
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Delicious, Dick. I can feel the crunch and taste them straight from the vines. Lovely turn at the end of your 7×7.
The sounds make it…snap, nip, crunch…!