Carrie Newcomer - Making Sense

[Lawrence Robinson]

Making Sense - or I pledge allegiance
 
I pledge allegiance to a drop of dew
Wobbling on a broccoli leaf,
To the silver pattern on a zucchini frond
A perfect spiral at the center of a cabbage head.
I bow my head to the licorice smell of fennel filagree,
The taste of rounded peas 
The perfect dun of barley hay.
And the tasseled promise of knee-high corn.
I namaste a row of growing beans,
To garlic scapes and turnip greens
To the sweetness of sweet potato vines
To the last red radish and first blueberry.
I lift up my face to the summer sky
The sound of larks
And the feel of dirt
To all that keeps making sense
In senseless times.

	- Carrie Newcomer
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