Goddess in Training

Rukesayer literally grimaces
as only old men can grimace
He scans the silver platter
selects an orange
And takes his sweet time pealing it
He is thinking
You can almost hear the gears
“Dear one
You must realize that the easiest questions
Are the hardest to answer.”

He sections the meat of the fruit
And smells it before biting it
“Dear one
Why not ask how to move the clouds around
Or how to lift the sea to look for treasure . . .”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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