Benjamin Gantcher


If a lettuce
in the garden "looks" at the moon
before it sleeps and dreams of the farmer
with his bite at the weeds that comes so close,
with merciless unroots that thud the dirt,
does the lettuce love a lettuce moon
planted in the night,
with runners poking up as stars,
and open gladly when the moon is strong
and pity when the moon is eaten?