The moist, crisp snap like a pickle spear
no bug bites, nearly string-less
broken into bite-sized cylinders
cooked with strips of thick bacon
and hunks of potatoes just like

my grandma used to make
Fresh garden green beans simmered
to perfection snap me

back to a simpler time
sitting on the front porch by her side
breaking beans to can

preserving nourishment for a future
time–expiration date


seeds planted 
words written and spoken alike
to her great-greats

lasting bites