From Madelaine Nerson Mac Namara, for Cork Non Fiction Writers'Group, 13.06.2013
THE GREEN MAZE
Green bean stalks hurl
Swirling arrows
Aimed at the sky
Sink shallow roots
In hope of ground
Balancing act
The knotted rope
Trapeze and rings.
The bean pickers
Crouch low, fold forward
Anchor their hips.
Their heads twist up
Bob, roll, seek the angle
That will spotlight
Through the green maze
The green treasure.
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