Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Dec 31 CB color


Martin talked Abigail into going Salmon fishing with him
Abigail thought of Martin as a melon head
but Martin considered Abigail a peach.

Pine trees around the dam tapered up like green carrots
Boulders on the beach like brown pumpkins
And pebbles scattered along the water’s edge, kumquats

Martin forgot to take the picnic lunch he promised
A kindly couple in a row boat offered them tangerines
And another fisherman gave them papayas and oranges

Martin kissed Abigail and her cheeks blushed persimmon
They caught nothing, but fiery love as the horizon turned vermillion.

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