Chard
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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.