Outdoors, a breeze makes
All the flowers look friendly.
White butterflies in a field
Are the tattered handkerchiefs
Of those who did not finish
Saying goodbye.
Tag: saying
The Well
When we were teenagers
It was a custom to go to
Some abandoned property
Where there was a well.
We would drop a coin in
And make a wish. The
Funny thing was you
Wouldn’t hear the coin
Hit the bottom. Once
Someone thought they
Heard a voice deep
Down in the well
Saying help me, help
Me. A professional at
Rescuing people in
These situations threw
A rope over the side
And went down. He
Was never seen again.