Sister Bean

I harvested Sister Bean Friday –

with the threat of frost Saturday.

She is mottled, purple on green.

Her seeds are shiny black with white eye.

Her smell is fecund.

~

Sister Bean speaks to as well as

feeds me saying

              Let each breath be death and life.

              Let each heartbeat unseat the thought that your blood is blue.

              Let tears dilute your sweat and soften your glare.

~

I hold Sister Bean in my hand and

find that she weighs more than she does

because this bean preaches.  I set her down

again, and then she calls to me at the last:

“You and I are not so very different. 

We both begin and end in dirt.”

4 thoughts on “Sister Bean

  1. shoreacres says:

    Of course my first thought was of the Three Sisters. I wonder if Corn and Squash are jealous that Bean has been immortalized in a poem. Probably not: they’re cooperators, not competitors!

  2. Elsie Millerd says:

    Beautiful and how true! Thank you.

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