Sunday, April 21, 2024

How Am I ?

 How am I?

Let me pick a few ripe fruits 

from invisible trees in this garden, 

I swear we're standing in right now.


Would you like a tour?


Or, we can sit a bit.


I'll fix you a plate.


Poem

Copyright David L White

April 21, 2024, 8:15 AM




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