succulent pulp
vitality surges
through my blood
clears my mind
and body of the sludge.
I imagine a garden
growing in my veins.
Some day cattle might
munch on my remains
me being mostly
all fruitiness
and vegetables.
Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World
Copyright Sunday evening July 28, 2013
All rights reserved by this Author
Thinking of my Mother today on the anniversary
of her birthday. How she loved her garden.
I sometimes called her Sally Tomato,
though her given name was Ann. I still love her.