Grown Wild Foods

That is how a poetess wrote her poems,
Like growing edible fungus in the dark.
Behind the tightly shut doors,
In the dampened coldness and contrast heat.

When the produce is ready,
She would carry it out in a box,
Labelled and unlabelled.

Freshly produced for local needs.
Mostly for herself.

– Emily Parker

Skills

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July 2, 2019

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