When I saw them
white, many, light, lithe,
i called them
beautiful, bright, divine.
When I saw their eggs
black, uncountable, menacing,
I called them
unwanted, evil.
When I saw the leaves
eaten, lacey, holey,
I called you.
Beauty is fickle.
Vegetables are fragile.
We are in this life together.
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