Organic for Sunday Scribblings

I’m not looking
for a corn-on-the-cob
type of love
that is only sweet
once a year.

And you can keep
your radish
and carrot
and rutabaga
endearments

in the dark ground
where they belong.
Green bean songs
and broccoli flowers
won’t win my heart,

organic or not.
No, I’m holding
out for buttercup
squash love,
as bright as a sunset,

as soft as your smile.
It fills us up
year round
and never
lets us down.