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Parsley

By Angelene Karas

 

The parsley thrives in abundance.
A true treasure found in small patch of green
Blooming in the ghetto of suburbia.
She remains permanently locked in a blissful
childhood memory when an ancient grandfather
with crinkled eyes full of wisdom
would carefully pluck parsley from the earth
so she could devour it.
 
Just like the ancient grandfather,
the herb is foreign,
originating from his home land – The Mediterranean.
He would do anything to quench her hunger
just so she would never experience poverty
like he did.

 

This poem is a public submission created for Red Room Poetry's New Shoots digital poetry anthology

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