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                Rust and Stardust

Sitting down on the road, the ideal view from the street

                                                                                              Twinkling,

 I can move a smidge for the ideal view,

Frosted glass, stained now, a nativity scene of the fruit and veg isle.

Back lit, a produce Messiah,

I'd like to remember all the places I ate something green, all the times I poked a vegetable and didn't buy it.

Then I'd cast them in a hot metal, along with myself and the whole supermarket and then I'd be rock hard and then I couldn't grow out or up or down or in and id never grapple blindly at another and root and pry and finger and fumble for a soft green vegetable ever again.