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progeny peas

mature peas busting out of the pod,
no more room to grow 
destined to roll across a plate 
chased by forks,
maybe sit in cans on shelves 
for who knows how long-
or stuffed in bags 
in cold dark freezers 
risking the cold burn...
the lucky ones though,
go back to soil 
& produce more progeny...
living on 
in pea memory. 

#OurPoetryX


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