Poems and stories from Beth McCarthy Marks

Sunday, December 30, 2012

my boy

I told my boy
to eat with
a fork
but he showed
me that
if you stripped
down your
green beans
with careful
hands
they would yield
up
jewels of bean seeds
that could
be offered
one to
another
on fingertips.


Beth McCarthy Marks
1995
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