by Ed Higgins
Rich tilth of organic mushroom compost
from the large pile near the barn. Delivered
twice yearly from the mushroom farm
two miles upwind from us.
An attentive courtesy for when summer breezes
drift our way, bringing dark scents of mixed
straw and chicken manure. This morning’s harvest
snap peas, beets and lemon tomatoes
growing in this fertile medium. Through my
fingertips I diligently fill my garden trug:
peas first, then beets (shaking off the soil), finally
lush yellow tomatoes from fruit-heavy vines.
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