Her Miracle Question
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What could she possibly mean?
I don't understand what she truly desires.
What is her miracle question?
In a perfect world, that she'd find herself describing...
What would it all be like?
Would I be a character in her perfect world?
Or, would I be a green garnish shoved to the side or wrapped quickly in a napkin?
I'm not sure that I'll ever know one way or the other.
Do I have the capacity to swallow the truth of never knowing?
At least Time will sell me some apples at the street corner.
While I take my first bite of the fruit, I'll long to see her on the swing that dangles from The Tree of Life.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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