The cabbages have rounded out their dreams
with no thought of castles nor lineage of kings,
no thought of soaring through the sky
on graceful gauzy wings.
Long past tomatoes on the vine and past
the prolific zucchini, those rich green heads
are blessed indeed; they’ve grown faster
than the weeds.
They claim the garden as theirs alone
as they wait to be soup or casserole.
Their talents are many and few are their flaws;
there’s more to cabbage than slaw.