The Hack Poetess
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
A Gift
“I have something for you
That can fit in my hand.”
Red cheeks, sweaty hair,
Beatific smile shines above
Dirty striped red shirt.
Stained fingers uncurl
Around my gift: a strawberry,
Almost ripe.
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