Thinning

THINNING

This vegetable medley is to die

for, a slow, contemplative death

between my upper and lower

molars. The tomatoes are the red

red dreams of becoming,

and the broccoli blossoms out

like fireworks. For this

vegetable medley, on this end

of the harvest, I am nothing

but grateful, if a bit, admitteldy,

perplexed, for what to make

of a gardener who plucks the shoots 

that did exactly as he asked them

back in March, growing right

where they were planted,

their first true leaves opening

to light as he pulls them up 

and lays them down 

to decompose as nutrients

for others he’s deemed

fit for the coming transplant?