One Lonely Afternoon

Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.


Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship.

I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.

And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
out of mine . . .

by Russell Edson

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Comments (2)

Don't arrabge your eges solitarily in a crate. Look out for a better person and you'll be free of agony. Thoughtful poem!
Bobbi, betrayal and regret are difficult issues to deal with, especially in regard to family... good write! ! Brian