Carrots Considered
A poem.
October 15, 2009
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