Feral was once domesticated and is now become wild. There is an order of operations here. Suffice to say, as Dylan Thomas did, it is “the force the through the green fuse drives the flower.” ‘Tis.
Feral Squash
I want to be a wild and voluntary winter squash. Maybe a butternut or a hubbard perched atop a compost pile, a chthulu, sucking it all down, slugging toe-to-toe in the heavyweight class Against squash beetles and old man winter. Yeah, I know that’s futile, but I don’t care. I will still win. My fruit makes seed Forever and ever, Amen.
Maybe the squash represents forces working to create a more fair, just and equal world. While those in power have tried to keep the plant “in its place” it keeps spreading, taking root in many places.
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Maybe the squash represents forces working to create a more fair, just and equal world. While those in power have tried to keep the plant “in its place” it keeps spreading, taking root in many places.
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a similar struggle.