Grape

Vines crouch stealthy, wide leaves like watchful ears,

Tender tendrils sparring with spears

Gentle caress of the aggressive greens,

They rush the road with speed unseen

And offer their blue bounty

All over the county.

 

In her yard with a bunch in her hand

She’s popping jelly bellies,

Squeezing sweet amniotes from velvet coats

She whispers, admires each

Then mashes them with mercurial feet

 

They are a secret she will never share

Since she knows they only grow there.