Look with your eyes, not your hands
My mother said in gift shops, antique stores, the five and dime
Now, in my mask and gloves, I peer at
Avocados and apples, grapefruit and lemons
Using my eyes to discern
Firmness, ripeness, compatibility
Wondering if the underside of the apple holds a bruise,
If the grapefruit will be more rind than flesh
Touching is a commitment—
You are now mine, for better or for worse
April 18, 2020 at 9:41 am
I like this poem a lot, Laura! Well done friend.
April 19, 2020 at 9:34 am
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
April 13, 2020 at 10:03 pm
A timely, sensitive poem
April 14, 2020 at 9:19 am
Thanks!
April 13, 2020 at 5:19 pm
very good! very timely!
April 14, 2020 at 9:18 am
Thank you!
April 13, 2020 at 11:53 am
Yay! I was so happy to see this 🙂 So much truth in so few words! Keep writing, friend.
April 14, 2020 at 9:18 am
Thanks for your encouragement!