"The Cauliflower"
author unknown
I wanted to be a cauliflower,
all brain and ears,
thinking on the origin of gardens
and the divinity of him
who carefully binds my leaves.
With my blind roots touched
by the songs of the worms,
and my rough throat throbbing
with strange, vegetable sounds,
perhaps I'd feel the parting stroke
of a butterfly's wing...
Not like my cousins, the cabbages,
whose heads, tightly folded,
see and hear nothing of this world,
dreaming on on the yellow
and green magnificence
that is hardening within them.
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