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pods in hand,
9 squeeze one between ml::Jthumb and forefinger.
'The crisp bristll::Jshell pops,
Iitrace of dirt falls,
Dusting ml::Jwarm skin.
prl::Jingopen the cracked case,
'The smell of earth, rain, and
'The sweet fresh scent of chlorophl::JlI
Hang in the thick summer air.
9 run ml::Jthumb along the inside,
Popping out beans, 7-2-3.
;eeiing the slick and tender smoothness of the pod
J3eforeit becomes a castawal::J,
Looking over at ml::Jgreat grandfather, Distances
With calloused hands,
J3rittle nails and weathered skin,
He holds in one hand used shells,
9n the other,
soft, babl::Jlimas.
silver and sandstone
color my face
a disrupting distance
for my heart
to see the story
fall between my legs
and shatter my
Feet
to the ocean
where we began
A,A,Rupert
