Carrots Considered

A poem.

CARROTS CONSIDERED by T.C. Powell Unique as people
Arrayed in the market bin
Hard, matured, crusty as a veteran
Or mild, culled from the nursery
Buried in bent, twisted bodies
What a universe is a carrot
This one heaven-honeyed
That one rich, earthy
Gritted with soil The sweetest part
That inner vein
An orange soul
In bunches Alone

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