In honor of the sheer weight of summer squash just picked from my garden, I have dug this up from April πŸ™‚

Susan Daniels Poetry

the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the roadside

my father’s farmer friend
drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry
as we stole his business

& we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)

stuck out our tongues

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. nelle says:

    Heh, love love love squishes. I can recall vines past stretching out twenty feet or more. It became a daily source of comedy, the vines growing another foot.

  2. I love zucchinis and it’s been quite a while since I set my eyes on any. You know, I’ve always loved the idea of back yard gardens even though I hate gardening.

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