The garden in my backyard
with fruit trees so long
comes out with vegetables
this season,
Starting with four brinjals
the ones white with green stalk
their exterior is snowy,
shining and soft.
The tender ones float like
an oval ball in the broth
made with tamarind juice,
garam masala.
They being organic
lend a taste
unfound in the ones
bought in the market.
I like to expand the activity
of growing vegetables
at least for our personal
the old man and woman we are.
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