Frenemies

June 19, 2013 Candace Morris 0 Comments










Daddydaughter play
tasting new.
Introducing childhoodpast.

Little bum crawling
away from mother
dear.

They're fighting
words and her
work, shouting over each other   breaking
bones and throwing stick-
stones.

Long for the words
like raspberries and books
to abound
sweetly prolific
easy as a drive to the library.

Look, Words.
She planted a rose, tomato, berry
produced as expected
swallowed sweet
whole.

Listen here, Words.
She regards your cousins
behaving.  Not scattering
in sighs-darting, skirting the issue.
Staying put like good little words.

What the words giveth
they taketh away.



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