Out Of Water Poem by Marie Ponsot
Out Of Water
A new embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover.
I warn, "They won't last, out of water."
The children pick some anyway.
In or out of water
children don't last either.
I watch them as they pick.
Still free of what's next
and what was yesterday
they pick today.
Hello poet Marie, a very wise and observant poem, I enjoyed, Loyd
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4/23/2024 9:33:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem and likes.