A Pea Shelling Incident
Swift mocha fingers
tear and slit
green and brown pods.
Shells tossed aside,
white peas with dark black eyes
pop and drop
into an enamel bowl.
A soft green blob
wiggles out of its fibrous shelter
held between thumbs and fingers.
A scream,
a fling of hand,
a thump and grind of foot.
Tiny green matter
stains the floor,
disappears into the wood,
disappears into
the beginning of beginning.
Is it the place we go
when living thumps
and crushes us?
© Althea Romeo-Mark 12. 10.2011
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