In the Garden

We pull carrots
radishes, parsnips
dig potatoes
out of the dirt.

We fish the soil
and love what comes up
beets
like tops ready to spin

peanuts like the testicles of squirrels.
The greens above
are obvious
in their frilly dresses.

Roots and tubers
are more subtle fare
born buried
omens of the dead

and the dark
however bright
their hymns to the tongue.