Even the three plum-colored eggplants that dangled like over-sized Christmas ornaments in plot #23 were fair game

~Photo by author of Savannah Lee, gardener girlfriend of author’s son, Bradshaw, Neptune Beach, FL July, 2020

The watermelon thief didn’t strike in the dead of a Florida summer night
why no!
word is, the community garden’s produce was pilfered
in the illuminating dew of mid wet morning daylight

Maybe the word “community” was phonologically misconstrued by said thief
an honest mistake by perhaps the homeless man rumored to be
scoping out cherry tomatoes, banana peppers, and a single garden rock prettily painted in jewel tones

Even the three plum-colored eggplants that dangled like over-sized
Christmas ornaments in plot #23 were fair game
a subsequent gardeners’ group text vindicated the homeless suspect
pointing fingers instead at a different breed of klepto -

Klepto of kale, cauliflower, carrots, corn and collards
a Southern favorite
she herald in driving a white Mercedes
touted the group text

dared to traipse through the garden
In broad daylight
this machete-wielding slayer of garden delights
severed the watermelon stem clean

Seizing the vegetarian game
why no, ten wet pounds of sweet pulp
weren’t taken in the dead of the Florida summer night
but in broad daylight.

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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