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Chard

Beet top

with no beet

bottom,

crinkly-leafed flourish,

verdant cornucopia

of delectable

nutrients.

If I were

a bard

I would eulogize

bouquets of chard.

In lieu thereof

I grow leaves

by the pound,

the bushel,

the yard.

 

Barbara Gregorich divides her time between Chicago and Door County. She writes both fiction and nonfiction for children and adults. Her poetry has been published in Cricket, Barnwood, and The Christian Science Monitor.