Wither before sundown
Of a row of summer’s brussels sprouts
We got a measly one
But the mold in the new kombucha batch
Has more equity than we do
And did I just hear voices from the compost
Recite the Nicene credo?
©2018, Amaya Engleking
Written on a whim for dVerse guest, Walter Marks’ prompt on humor from our real lives. Hey, it’s not that I don’t have a green thumb; I just need to tame it!