Friday, February 12, 2010

No Guarantee

No Guarantee

I watched carefully,
Every move he made,
This oafish fiend
Manning the register,
Saw him carelessly toss
A meticulously selected
Bartlett pear in the bag,
Just as he picked up
The can of tomato sauce.
Rabbit quick, I rescued
My treasure, gently placing
It atop the spinach
In the other bag.
How did it happen
That my perfect pear,
Lovely freckled yellow,
Light blush on the hips,
Come home with a cruel
Gash across it’s belly?

1 comment:

  1. Oh that so precious fruit so easily damaged or even destroyed by those that dont care.