Split Pulse

The humble legume never stumbles:
lentil legs mumble assent to the
hardest counter ledge. Hedged
bets prove swelling to a soak,
excepting hidden pebbles. Treble
the water, spelling mush. Burbles
trouble boils, spoiling for natural
ash. Daal scrawls tenderness in my
hungry, toiling chest.

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