Do tell me
My friend
What is it you hide
In your stride
Your yellow skirt sways
Revealing a glimpse
Of the wicker basket
With apples red
And a tiny parcel
Wrapped in a white thread
Is it a gift
A little treat?
I hold out my hand
Gently you land
In the moist place
A piece of glass
Reflecting the blue sky.
Monita Soni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-piece-of-blue-sky/
