Field Peas

Field Peas-A Mirrored Poem

Shelling southern field peas

What a porch meditation

Each tight leathery jacket

Only a fingernail can separate

This is a spiritual ritual for me

Necessary, nourishing, tending

I call in my bold grandmothers

Singing, tasting the atmosphere

Opening a line to the ancestors

Crowders-purple hulls-cowpeas- African peas

Opening a line to the ancestors

Singing, tasting the atmosphere

I call in my bold grandmothers

Necessary, nourishing, tending

This is a spiritual ritual for me

Only a fingernail can separate

Each tight leathery jacket

What a porch meditation

Shelling southern field peas

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