Last week I poemed about our retired garburator. This week another kitchen poem. It’s about the contraption that has taken garburator’s place. I wrote the poem last fall at the height of fruit fly season, and took some photos to prove it. Meet our green pot…
Green Pot
Our new organics bucket
has holes for ventilation
too small to be a fruit fly’s
in-and-out location.
But these tiny critters
will not be denied
the ripe bouquet of peels and pits
and stuff that has been fried.
They lounge on holey cover
congregate on our green pot.
It’s better than the fruit bowl
but I keep wondering, what
they get from just those fumes
of shells and grounds and pie.
Are they finding some nutrition,
or are they just getting high?
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)
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This post is linked to Poetry Friday, where you’ll find real poetry of many kinds. Tara Smith at A Teaching Life is hosting today. You can also go straight to this week’s InLinkz link-up page HERE.
Violet Nesdoly 
So, so funny, Violet. I agree, they certainly must be frustrated, and maybe high? I love the rhythm of the poem, & these lines seem perfect: “too small to be a fruit fly’s/in-and-out location.” At least, they please me a lot! Thank you!
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Made me laugh, Violet!
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Haha! I love the idea of the fruit flies getting high!
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This is a great poem to read and laugh about when the snow is flying all over the place and making life a bit difficult. Thanks for sharing the fun. The photo is a great accompaniment.
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Thanks, Carol, and take much care in the storm. Would love to be able to send you some of our calm.
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Hah! You’ve discovered their secret! What a fun poem!!
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“Are they finding some nutrition, or are they just getting high?” I love it! Thank you for another extraordinary look at ordinary things in your–and our–lives! God bless you!
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