Shelling peas in the sunshine,
sitting with legs outstretched,
feeling golden; rays of warmth
spread across my cotton chest.
Shelling peas in the sunshine,
pressing each pod down the line
splitting each pea pod w i d e open
shelling peas, one at a time.
Shelling peas in the sunshine,
list’ning to birds in the trees,
feeling golden; rays of warmth
spread across my bowl of peas.
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