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Mikko Harvey
PURPLE CABBAGES
We agreed
that we would walk
as far as the row
of purple cabbages grew,
then turn back.
But the purple cabbages
heard us saying this,
took it as a challenge,
and began erupting
out of the dirt
spontaneously,
lengthening their row
into the far distance
until we couldn’t
see the ending…
No, they didn’t—
I just wanted them to
because this
was our final walk
because you
had reached
that inevitable
point in one’s life
when one simply must
move to Seattle
and I
was just
a little diplomat
from another dimension,
bound by the terms
of the deal
I had struck
at the gates
of perception
to stay here,
in Western
Massachusetts,
for at least six
thousand more years.