Sunday Scribblings February 10, 2008
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Strawberries
I saw them in the fruit
drawer, strawberries
red and freckled.
Left by my son’s
girlfriend after
their last visit.
Each day a splash
of summer in the snow
white fridge.
I kept meaning
to eat them, let their
sun shine in my mouth.
But a banana
doesn’t need to be washed
and trimmed
so I opted for the easy
and left the berries
to turn cloudy.
I saw those little mice
growing but I
left them there
and I have no idea why.
This weekend
Nathan and Amie
came to visit again
this time bringing
blackberries and blueberries.
I saw her open
the storage bin
and pause, wrinkle
her face, then reach
in, remove those gray
snowballs, and throw
them away. My face turned
as red as those strawberries
once were.
9 comments:
you are as lazy as I am. enjoyed the verse.
Nice poem. I will always see little mice when I see furry strawberries in my fridge in future!
We always reach for the easy foods.
Spaced Out
Linda,
I hope you ate the dark berries to save face. ;)
rel
this always happens to me!
and there are some loverly lines in there; nice work :)
Ach. I know exactly how that happens and I know the shade of embarrassed red. Excellent post!!
damn it,, and that is the kind of thing she will remember about you forever... i am so guilty tho... i tried gardening this year,, and left most of my crop to rot in the fridge.....
Excellent verse! I can just feel your pain. Of course, I've been there myself. lol
Great job!
A whole new meaning to convenience food :-)
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