in the Time of cucumbers
we push seeds deep
we pause, wait on warmth
we water
we wait more
we watch
we guide tendrils
we watch still
we imagine
we make pickles
we share
we smile
we save seeds
we plan
we wait
we do it all over again
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your ‘pickle’ made me smile.