Green Pot

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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…

Our new Organics Bucket

Our new Organics Bucket

 

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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