Abecedarian September (or Better Than Carrots)
Ate so many zucchini this summer – my / garden was almost / Bursting with the glut of great, green / Canoes, yes, that huge, and (my / fault) largely forgotten in the shade of their
/ Dark leaves, prickled, palmate, / Enormous enough to conceal the / Fat vegetal weight until I stooped and saw and / Gathered them guiltily in, my kitchen counter / Heaped with these waiting torpedoes, waiting for / Ideas of
/ Just what I would make.



