Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 07, 2017

….a moment of silence..

“Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man.”

Shotgun fired and away I ran.

It’s a has bean.

I place my hands atop my computer monitor and heal.

Besides green bean and string bean, what other word do Americans use for this kind of bean? Also, I like how the bean is a part of the letter “i”.

Green bean reiki, just what we needed in these troubled times.

It might be easier to grow a new green bean and give it the loving care this one wanted and did not get. Of course, if you can find somebody who can manipulate reality by force of will alone, that would be totally fantastic and unreal.

It looks ready for the wax bowl…

…I’ve heard if you soak it is cider that it will come back to life…

…hey, when I sold them to you I told you that they were magical beans…

…usually I slap someone that asks me that…

…if you don’t use it you lose it…

bean there done that….

…your twisty bean has a Joker smile…

…GMO created Frankenstein vegetables are always doomed to a bad end…

Your wish is my command. … Wait. Does that make me a genie?

Fried with bacon.

I believe I just saw that thing move!!!

…and another bean bites the compost pile.

Don’t you wait, don’t you linger

Butterbean don’t slip through my fingers

Pick ’em, hull ’em, put on the steam

That’s how we fix butterbeans

The B-52’s

A sort of LL Bean ad.

That green bean knew the risk when it ran away to avoid being part of a Thanksgiving side dish.

I can give your Green Bean emotional support and spiritual succor through its hospice Time of Transition, Madame, but it is too late for physical healing. Your bean is at its liminal moment. Death is inevitable. Face it courageously!

Phasolia forever!

Good beans don’t die, they just fade away.