So many of these houses
Have little box gardens
Nothing too big
Nothing too fancy
Just a little box with the vegetables perfect for salads
Even the houses without gardens
Grow something to eat
Chives
Every house
I swear each and every one
Has a patch of chives
Somewhere
Either they were planted with a purpose
Or just sprung up
They all have chives
And try as they might
No one can get rid of their patch of chives
And so they eventually give up
Waiting for when they're ripe
And pluck them
One by one
So they can have fresh chives
With something they cook
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
