Diana and the Beans

Diana warbles in delight,
watching the green beans pop from their pods
on her high chair’s clean white plastic tray;
each inconceivably verdant bead
of the salty Japanese treat
bouncing flush with a vernal spring;
only now can her little throat
and her infant mouth form sounds so sweet

– she twists and jumps in her baby chair,
sends them flying with a slap of her palms.