tell me again
about the man
with the pear tree
who lost his wife
after fifty-six years of marriage
and how that tree doesn’t know when enough is enough
that last August
he had to prop the poor thing’s branches up
with two-by-fours
it was so laden with fruit.
He gave you a bagful of those pears
and their scent filled the car
even with the windows rolled down.
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, October 26, 2015 — by Julia Klatt Singer
Painting by Julia Klatt Singer
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