Sunday, February 28, 2016

Found Object Poem Project -- Garlic

Photo by Mary Lee Hahn!


You don't know my flower,
a bundle of blooms rising above the July garden.

You know my bulbs,
braided in papery chains.

You know my cloves,
crushed under the flat silver knife blade.

You know my juice,
sticky on your fingers.

You know my scent,
rich, insistent, mouth-watering.

You know me sliced and minced,
roasted and diced.

You can't live without me,
and you know it.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016

1 comment:

  1. I don't think I have ever seen garlic growing live before. I was trying to explain second person to fourth graders last week. I need to take this to school. Perfect!