Nine sweet yellow plums
gleaned from the muse for my lunch.
A few more each year.
2 days ago
Grandpa's wooden sign hung on the oak at the top of the hill for thirty years. "What is kale?" I finally asked.
Nine sweet yellow plums
gleaned from the muse for my lunch.
A few more each year.
3 comments:
talking and walking, my friend
and I, not downcast --
one yellow plum left
risa - That's awesome! Thank you.
Good reading this poost
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