Peg, roundly topped and
bottom squared, hops out seeking
holes to reconcile.
"Soon, very soon," she posits
then passes dear Fork
forlorn on pebbled road. His
tines are liquid droops.
His heart stabs for cheating Spoon.
Opposite, Puppet
sits to tend her knotted strings.
This path is puzzling.
2 comments:
see I'm here too, in admiration of ur words!
Keep it up & try & get published in book form!
Thanks Smita.
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