Sunday, July 14, 2013


You'd never know 
his legs were missing.
She had him tucked 
coyly beneath the nested pine, 
chin propped on a tiny hand.
He sported a painted yellow shirt
a blue hat, both worn from years 
spent in so many gardens.

She never did find his legs
yet there he was content
to lie about in the summer heat
never having to run again.

- Debbie Calverley

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