She passed by way
of a friend's advocado tree
and they spilled them out before her
From one friend's house
to another she passed
bearing the fruits they
gave her
There were gardens
and laughter
and tiny bugs all over them
for they were too relaxed
to build a fire
Now it mattered less
that she could not move
her crippled body
as she once had
to point at stars
or to ride her pony
Jeez. Every single poem of yours expands into 20 more. Brilliant. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob I think I am missing working on my novels!
Deletestars and a pony - she can still get up.
ReplyDeleteYes luckily she can and soon she will gallop off under the stars on her pony( well maybe in a few months or so!)
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