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courgettes the bed

You’re the first life I bless

as I wake to this world

through the window I see

your proud leaves stretch, uncurl

Sink your roots deeply

drink warmly of sun

I’ll water and weed your bed

then when I’m done

I’ll harvest the bounty

you’ve drawn from the earth

transformed into nourishment

flavours that burst

in imaginary mouths

well before the first bite

to honour you friend

I must cook you just right

in the pan is a party

of oil and fresh herbs

all dancing together

your scents are your words

speaking to me

from a place beyond mind

‘You’ve nurtured us friend,

now we nurture in kind’

courgettes one