Treasure Island

Mary Frances Farrow


The Management of Grief


pick up a book,
put it down.

pick up a book,
put it down.

go outside.
sit in the red chair.

get up from the red chair.
sit in the grass.

pick the grass.
eat the grass.

throw the grass away,
sit on the steps.

pick up a rock.
scratch a circle
on a step
with the rock.

put the rock down.

sit in the red chair.

kick the red chair.

eat the red chair, eat the book.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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