The two green peas were meant to be.
Togetherness insured by the harness of a pod.
Flesh, softer than a whisper, concrete as a promise
The peas sit, and wait for what seems to be a lifetime.
Absorbing the energies necessary to sustain-
Just enough
for them to get by.
Eventually they

fall,
and as the pod collapses in the warm unstable heat,
the peas stare at each other for-
ever.

The air is dry.
Time is on hiatus,

and as the pod sloths it's way to nothing,
the peas within are closer than ever.

Wrinkled and weary.
Wrinkled and weary.
Wrinkled and weary.

Like a closing fist, the pod backs up it's statement,
and nothing can stop it now.
Not even the
wrinkled and weary
peas
can ignore their impending judgement.

Until they once again become one with
life
and sprout new
...
as strong as their own.

If only vegetables could
love.