Poetry · Writing

Super Market

Sitting by watching her

check and pick Peaches

I couldn’t help but think, 

are those the best?

She picked and picked

a dozen or so

a bruise here and there

and a full grin. 

No fear and 

not a second guess

that that peach will

come to haunt her. 

I envy her. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s