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To the Strawberry Plants in My Backyard -- poetry by Claire Haindfield


It is a marvel that you grow,

For the days I forget you occupy the same property as me

And for the days I forget how custom it is for my

Hands to sweep through you in August.


You claim soil otherwise forsaken to

Spread your roots wide across my backyard--

Even on days I do not water you.

I pick your rubies and watch you from the window,

Never tending, only cutting you back when you

Flourish too greatly.

I am neglectful when mold infects your gems and so

They decompose beneath your bloom.

Still, you do not nip when my fingers

Tangle in your stolons.


It is the slugs who kiss your leaves, never I.


Claire Haindfield is a junior at Mount Si High School in Snoqualmie, WA where she is involved with the Slam Poetry Club. Claire has work published in Disclaimer Magazine and will be featured at the Bellevue Arts Museum in early 2021. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking, playing soccer, and traveling.

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