Chayote vines grown
under the canopy: curled
tendrils, prickled leaves
fanned large as plates
under the monsoon skies—
I miss most the fragile
blossoms of squash
whose petals sink
so easily in weights
of water, or puff up
like paper sails dropped
into a pan of heated oil.

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