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Pity for the Banana Peel

Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.

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Just another day of sunshine warm and shades of farm

We walk in tandem against darkness, evil, and cold.

“She” sleeps silently while I cover her from harm.

“She” is always young, and I always die old.


There is a gentleness in her silent verbiage—showing each crease of love

Yet, I take no time to look, I work, I see from yea, horizons here.

I never give away “her” purity for cloudless nights not even for raindrops above.

“She” grows so sweet as heartbeats grow slow, and laugh as I shed last tears.’’


In the end I found out the greatest secret kept from my rambling gaze

“I” am good for something. “I” matter, and now, “I” know it is too late.

“She” slips from my grip, I fall helpless to rough sod and end of days.

What a sweet, sweet lady she was and crawl through the gate.


© 2020 Kenneth Avery

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