Treasure Island

Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Crumbs


It is a hot day,
he forks the soil
and smells the earth's shine,
crumbling its feeling
within his fingers.

It rained yesterday
and its thirst
was assuaged
as he drank
his tea inside...
and ate shortbread.

Submitted: Saturday, August 06, 2011
Edited: Saturday, August 06, 2011

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