The banana peppers are hanging out like two chartreuse hammocks. Lazily they sway in the wind, unaware of the battle cries of the cicadas raging on all around.
The collard greens are building a metropolis with their towering height and visual domination. Collards always seemed so calm to me, but they certainly are focused on supremacy and upward mobility.
The kale is crazy with curls, filling in vacant spaces between the monstrous collard greens, mimicking a city block.
The squash vines are threating to lace over even the neighbors yard, to twine each living thing together like a raft lost on the oceans waves.
The ruby red gems of the tomato plants are quickly stolen by the garden robbers, with traces of their juicy insides strewn about the yard. Red pieces of dead soldiers dot the green grass.
The herbs are like a buzz cut covering their wooden container beds.