They have grown
into each other
like two plants
in a small pot.
Arms and legs
-Esther Altshul Helfgott
Written in response to Gwendolyn Brooks' The Bean Eaters which I used as a trigger poem in class Friday.
The Bean Eaters
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Two who are Mostly Good.
Two who have lived their day,
But keep on putting on their clothes
And putting things away.
And remembering . . .
Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,
As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that
is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths,
tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.