Poetry Corner – 2.18C “Just Beet It”
Blood red
The veins threading this plane
A film of dirt slides off in cool water
The stem bleeds in a subtle drip
Splotching stainless steel
They suggested gloves, I remember
A magenta fingerprint
Greens sigh in the air, waiting
The oven chimes when the root is ready
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