I’ll plant the dill
with bare hands
build a victory garden
with beets and carrots
for sugar
bury potatoes,
eyes hopeful
looking up
tomatoes,
soil piled higher
than seems necessary,
pinch off the growth
to encourage
heartiness
cucumbers will vine
wind
through the stakes
in high Summer,
I’ll spice peaches
store them
in my basement
smelling of earth
and laundry starch
let the sunlight
dapple
throwing
golden rays
past the pickles
Day 24’s prompt is: we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.
