How to Taste Edamame
Erase that Kentucky field
sunshot August morning
clay cracking, shaded by hearty green just
tackle the here and now
and holding by tail
pop salted pod into mouth
draw through teeth
as you would the artichoke then
close eyes and let the pearls delight you
breathe deeply hear first foghorns
held at Bay
then go back.
South Columbus
at margin of the long field
reaching toward September twist the stem
and
roll dirt-colored husk with thumb it
splits
you taste the little pebbles. If they give way just
toss the pod--
not ready for harvest yet.
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