Steeped in the goodness of soil, her sun bathed roots
spread like tendrils ‘neath luscious loam. Pimiento –
sweet with ripeness longed to dress as belle of field.
She dreamed of love and tender care. “Lo! have faced
such arduous times and farthing fare; thus raw lands
know of fiercest glare. Hence let the earth stifle seeds;
lest the fields turn bleak and bare.”
Further down Mississippi thus maiden scanned her
victuals. “I pine for amoebic vegetables not stripped
of peel too rough; sweet fulfillment of passion fruits
to thus permeate moments of true love.” Alas! wish
procured catastrophe – his heartbeat wildly rushed.
Beau fled round hour of morning’s hush thus retch
stains soaked her sumptuous plush.
Lo! pungent sleet downward pours;
Her delusion weeps for limpid cure.
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