David, well done. Those grapes remind me of something. A couple of
thoughts.
She stared at an empty chair.
Her green dress was faded (I wonder at the color same as the grapes.
Green perhaps but a shade different from green: lime, emerald, olive,
forest?)
and shrunk in the wash.
life goes on and she will not be alone
in her universe. (I would drop this line.)
Thanks.
Gary
Dec Byron Sacre at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html... Writer's
Hood at http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas
no!
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