Mag 115

My short poem for Magpie Tales, based on this prompt:

image by Manu Pombrol

 

Your

dense

words

are my provisions, grafted

from your lofty posture, watered,

cherished,  

harvested,

preserved like the yellowing tomes you shelve

in our attic.  I pretend not to see

them.  I must believe we are

organic.