one of those

it is so sweet

to have a

mandy

or a linda

in your life –

to glimpse

them loving a work

as if it were their

own

and to wonder

how it is

they do not

know:

they are poem

itself –

children of that great tribe

whose very way of

life

is the planting of

those seeds of

mercy

and things that stir the

soul within.

the writer - merely a wanderer,

meandering down rows

pulling off great handfuls

of rich, low growing

fruit

and dropping it into the basket

of written word,

that others too

may taste.