M. B. Poet Free verse

She Can't Sit Still

When winds collect the forlorn pages
of every newspaper that failed to meet
a sympathetic bystander
I will call you to the porch and
relieve you of your shoes

except you don’t seem to have any on
In which case, we’ll wash your soles
in the kitchen sink
and go on in to eat

There will be an endless supply of 
chilled fruit to stain the tops of your shirts

Even if you dance behind your dining chair,
not able to sit for just a moment
when the caterpillars outside have so much life
and the dog needs more petting

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Kim Rodrigues April 19, 2023 at 4:53 AM Wow! A powerful and delightful write, M.B.! The surprise - we’ll wash your soles in the kitchen sink - could this also be a play on words soles and soul…God bless! One time I was going to a class at church and broke my shoe. I had to take both off and walk across the parking lot.