Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2011
i.
In Toronto, we could lean out the kitchen window
and steal pears from the neighbor's tree.

ii.
It was the first time I had seen my sister in years.
We climbed a hill to pick wild plums.

iii.
He said I'll eat one if you do.
We laughed around our crabapple kisses.
Marsha Singh
Written by
Marsha Singh
Please log in to view and add comments on poems