Our Extravagant Plants by Margaret Coombs

This summer the foliage arches

over our small garden, grows

ferociously, as if our soil

were lava-rich, our season

long and luxurious. Our rhubarb

flops like elephant ears. Our kale

curves like a dancer’s fans.

 

We braise the greens with garlic,

add jade and emerald to soft,

brown lentils, and enjoy a bowlful

on the screened porch.

 

Eating makes us so happy,

neither of us fusses at the bunny  

sunk in the clover nearby, nibbling.


Margaret Coombs is a poet and retired librarian from Manitowoc, Wisconsin, USA, the city of her birth, located on the western shore of Lake Michigan. Her first chapbook, The Joy of Their Holiness, was published in 2020 by Kelsay Press under the name Peggy Turnbull. She now uses her birth name as her pen name. Recent poems have appeared in Silver Birch Press, Three Line Poetry, and Verse-Virtual.

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