In the Garden
In the Garden
The cucumbers, tweens who’ve climbed the fence
To get a better view. The lettuce buried up to its neck
In earth. The turnips hanging in the dark like fangs.
The long, scholarly fingers of the carrots, pointing.
The cantaloupes tautening in their cheesecloth.
The ground cherries sweetening in screened-in gazebos
Like girls reading. And something is embarrassing
The tomatoes. See how they’re turning bright red.
Must of been something lewd the scarecrow said.