so fancy & tall
you are
in your
black shoes,
red overcoat,
& fur hat
& you are
almost ready
for church
but first,
you gather
oranges & bananas
& push this grocery cart
with weary eyes
that have
grown smaller
with time.
as you walk deeper
into the aisles
of this
store & church & world,
i call upon
orange peels
& banana trees
to touch your eyes
(please)
& to
refresh & free you
to be
the fullest
of the tall fruit
that you really are.
1 comment:
and...... you are a lovely poet
such love!
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