Flowering, Ripening, Growing

I drive the speed limit and blink even when I’m the only one on the street.

I pay my (one) credit card bill, my taxes, my library fines.

I smile, I make peace, I don’t gossip or speak ill.

But I am no goody two-shoes.

I am the most subversive person I know.

I grow my own food.

oregano

husk cherry

brandywine (?)

eggplant

cabbage

peas

squash

fava beans

and earth

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