Being Stingy They teased us The neighboring kids did With nectarines And when we asked for some They teased us more and said no Grandpa saw them Told us to load into the pick-up Headed to town to the fruit shed Grandpa had some workers Load the back of the bed with nectarines Some for us and Pete the pig When we got to the house the kids saw us Out of nectarines couldn’t tease us anymore We laughed and we ate some in front of them They asked if they could have some Grandpa looked at us to see what we’d do So we gave them some too.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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