White, weightless sheets.
Prickly, raised from the dirt.
Now bleach white, it lives to hold stains.
Wrapped tightly. Snug and red.
Abnormally large vegetables rationalized to be normal sized.
The bulk of their growth stands upright.
Withstanding the cold, the constant visits of Summer fog, and the urban’s own growth.
Trying, tirelessly, tying
Knots of thoughts.
Cross-stitch the seams,
With peripheral and illusory tenacious sensations.