The small faced Korean
Man
Paints orange nail polish
My girlfriend's feet
He wears plastic gloves that
Don't fit
Quite
Rightly.
He is missing half a
Finger on
His right hand.
Robb and I talk
Again
Of the orange grove
He will inherit,
We make jokes
That cause the women
Rubbing our feet
To laugh and smile.
My feet begin to lose their
Hard earned callouses.
The soap they use smells
Like oranges.
The three of them
Walk over to a crock-pot
To grab warm rocks
Robb asks if it's time
For chili
He had
not finished
His soup at lunchtime
As we talked of
Old stories
Some that left scars
And others
Callouses.
The soup grew cold
But the smiling
reminded me
It is springtime
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
The small faced Korean
Man
Paints orange nail polish
My girlfriend's feet
He wears plastic gloves that
Don't fit
Quite
Rightly.
He is missing half a
Finger on
His right hand.
Robb and I talk
Again
Of the orange grove
He will inherit,
We make jokes
That cause the women
Rubbing our feet
To laugh and smile.
My feet begin to lose their
Hard earned callouses.
The soap they use smells
Like oranges.
The three of them
Walk over to a crock-pot
To grab warm rocks
Robb asks if it's time
For chili
He had
not finished
His soup at lunchtime
As we talked of
Old stories
Some that left scars
And others
Callouses.
The soup grew cold
But the smiling
reminded me
It is springtime
