In This Time of Survival
Like pickled
radishes sealed
in mason jars
with cloth fabric
toppers, the world
will come to need
poems again,
carried in wicker
baskets from the
root cellar by the tool
shed, they will be
brought inside and
opened with that
vacuum pop sound
of glass twisted.
Radical radishes! What a pictorial —
and also audible — poem.
“vacuum pop sound/of glass twisted.”
Congrats and thanks for sharing.