A strawberry state of mind

“A Strawberry, in my hand. Yea?”
I straight face him – I’m the parent
“A strawberry touching my fingers?”
Uh oh. He’s upped his game
“And on my tongue.”
This was a pure and direct statement
No question about it
I told him no more strawberries
I’m walking to the kitchen
To get two more

-M. Taggart

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A Poem

Oh- certainly we saw you
hunched shoulders, laboring, tears streaming

We raged through the streets
demanding your sacrifice

So much so that you became lost
It’s been too long now

And somewhere
your metamorphosis of thought,
beautifully etched into the frame of a wooden windowsill
is waiting to be read

Alone
your tears stained History-
what have we done

-M. Taggart
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