Thursday, July 8, 2010

Written for Magpietales 7-8-2010

Willow at hosts a weekly writing prompt.

I came by to see you this morning,
I didn't find a thing.
I thought I misunderstood,
For you see
I'm new to the neighborhood.

While chatting with a friend,
Over the backyard fence,
I wanted her to know.
For she had sent a missile
for my inspection.

What I wanted her to know,
was that I am not interested in
the who, what, where of one's life...
or of my own. But something deeper
something closer to the sun.

I returned just to look again,
And there it was wet,
sparkling dew
Red and Yellow fruit.