The Parsley Plot

She sowed a whole row every year,
tiny black seeds that sprouted and sprang up
into a verdant herb for cooking and grazing,
into a lush hedge for garden fairies,
into a verdant pasture for caterpillars.

She planted plenty of parsley
to share with striped and spotted larvae
of green, black, and yellow,
because this sublime vegetation
sheltered a nursery for Swallowtails.

Mom in her garden–yucca and lilies blooming. Summer 1999, near Dexter, Iowa. She was 81. She shared her row of parsley with me, too–I’d bring back a big bunch to dry.

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