Food Poem Fridays: Mary Oliver's THE GARDEN

The Garden

By Mary Oliver

The kale's

puckered sleeve,

the pepper's

hollow bell,

the lacquered onion.

Beets, borage, tomatoes.

Green beans.

I came in and I put everything

on the counter: chives, parsley, dill,

the squash like a pale moon,

peas in their silky shoes, the dazzling

rain-drenched corn.