Here's one for fun. Enjoy! ~ jdc
Beans in the Yard
by Judith Cullen
They got dropped there on Christmas Day,
The casserole gratefully rescued;
The food still good, still edible.
I should have raked them back then,
whisked them away - disposed.
I was curious. What would happen?
"Do not step on the beans!"
Eight weeks later, they are still there.
No giants are roaming the streets,
Harp music does not waft downstairs,
and the front porch is entirely bereft -
no burnished fowl or its progeny
squatting in fabled expectation.
I was diligent. I looked.
Maybe the barbecue sauce blocked
all the enchanted potentialities.
Perhaps onions carefully diced are
an antidote to storybook creations.
Some have turned black, while others
grow mushier from rain, snow, and frosts.
Surely one of them might have been magic!
I should have raked them away,
whisked them into the trash.
But I was curious. I wanted to know.