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
Copyright © M. B. | Year Posted 2023
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