Greetings fellow Steemians! Here is my 48th 5 minute freewrite. (Disclaimer: these usually take me more than 5 minutes to write). The prompt is "cane". Many thanks to @mariannewest for hosting this daily freewrite!
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Impossible
Grandmother
I'd so love
To see you throw away that cane
And walk on your own two feet
But then I'm a lover of everything
Impossible.
How on Earth have the sunflowers in the basement
(Pale leaves
Petals
Seeds
Silent in the still air
A forest of ghosts
Turning broad faces
Toward the meager light
Of one tiny window)
Grown so fat
And so tall
On so little?
Behind boxes
Of junk too precious
To discard
Is a tiny door.
God only knows where it leads
But my sister went in once
And came back with pomegranates.
The foreigner is expected.
He walks into the room
The eyes of the people watching
Their ears
Waiting to hear what he'll say.
Instead
He unbuttons his shirt
And rips a hole
In the flesh of his chest
To show the muscle
Pumping
Behind its cage of bone.
The beat of it fills the room
Steady
Strong.
None of my blood is yours
He says
But all of my heart.
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