One of Few Bridges Back

When my dark clouds rise And dirt clods fly and I try In sheer panic to replace Rotten fruit with dull wax fruit And wilted blossoms with Plastic flowers and she thinks we Will be on yet another short-lived But cold cycle of tightrope and Eggshell walking . . . She comes home With bags filled with Apples green & red Peppers yellow & green & red Grapes green & purple Plums yellow & purplish-red Strawberries, peaches, tomatoes Bananas & Greek salads. This usually inspires me to go Outside to make For this setting a centrepiece of a Vase filled with a variety of fresh Picked wildflowers which brings Her more joy than two dozen Of the overrated overachiever rose. At times this seems like One of few bridges back To a healthy & colourful world.

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