Stick looked up from the fridge, disappointed. “Oh, are we all out of pears?”
“Um. Yeah.” I said, “Well, there was only one left… were you saving it?”
“Yes.”
“Forgive me
It was delicious
so sweet
and so cold.”
“Better vocab through poetry class still going well, then?”
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so much depnds on poems…our red wheel barrow was glazed with rain water beside the white chairs….
William Carlos Williams is an accepted mode of communication at my house! Beautifully done . . .
Thanks! I love that poem so much, it turns “oops” into an art form.
If I ever retorted with something like that, Phil would be like, “Huh? What?”
Haha! I think that’s a testament to how long I’ve been dating Stick…