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Late Summer
by Kristina Woodhillthat 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 09/11/2018 Author's Note: ;)
Posted on 09/11/2018
Copyright © 2025 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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