There is a bowl of festive goers, who have met the festive growers,
In their green and deadly bowl,
they have set the time to roll,
Cucumbers lie in anguished violence,
as they are met without ideals,
And lay in silence,
Peppers green look on with looks of plenty seen,
But they too, are quiet as there lives have just been.
The kingdom of the squash, this myriad of strength, had fought and held fast, it’s curl and it’s length.
At last they lay together, in this bowl thrust by the sink,
this one more grasp of something good, of something more to drink.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Ralph Peck
The Sink of No Return
Claremore, Oklahoma
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