Late Summer

by Kristina Woodhill

that time of year
when you can go out
for your evening walk

pass by total strangers
pushing a wheel barrow

and come home
holding hands

with a beautiful,
smooth skinned,
shapely cucumber


Author's Note: ;)

Posted on 09/11/2018
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/11/18 at 02:37 PM

I like! I like! ;)

Posted by John Herzog on 09/11/18 at 04:19 PM

Yes! This hits me right in the childhood. Missing my rural farm upbringing since traded for urban downtown life.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/12/18 at 12:52 PM

Another lovely ode, Kristina, whose theme is enchantment of all the poetic senses.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/18 at 12:57 PM

Rural friendship... with the delightful cucumber... a delight indeed, huh? That first stanza resonates so nicely and brings reminiscences of pleasant times to me. In fact the whole poem is pleasurable. Thanks Kristina.

Posted by Rob Littler on 09/23/18 at 10:05 AM

Sometimes all you get is an emoji eggplant, but a real supple skinned cuke is kinda sexy

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