Talking to the Dog
Come on, Quincy, let’s get some pluots,
the man announces at the corner grocery,
his words dripping down like a just-watered
hanging flower basket, falling toward
the grey, moppy dog near his feet.
Let’s get our fruit and wander home
together, my little adored one.
Beautiful imagery...I was entertained that a man would buy a pluot. It shows that you are young. : )
ReplyDeleteI love talking to animals...their answers always come to us in exciting ways... Happy Tuesday Hannah!