An accidental barrow
with hearthside nuts awaiting
a deeper connection
to the world above.

There are many ways to chew
and swallow, none of which are forever.

There are no accidents,
said the radish to the rutabaga
though true harvest feels arbitrary,
like where hearts or leaves fall.


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