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THE CABBAGE FIELD

 

In my endless search

I ran from cabbage to cabbage

encircled in an immense field,

lifting every leaf in hope

of finding the firmness and roundness

that would move me to unwrap,

a few more weathered leaves

in order to expose the core.

But each cabbage is the sameall covering leaves are weathered,

with black spots on the inside veins,

and little holes

piercing its uniformity.

I can never unveil enough leaves

that will suit my real desire.

But soon fussiness disappears

and you leave your search behind, ,

collecting the cabbages you've found

in hope that once cooked

they will be edible.