The Fruit Stand.....

Wheelbarrow full of

freshly picked grapefruit,

children bent on

making pocket money.

Long dusty road

in the middle of nowhere,

only one car stops to ask

directions at their stand.

No sales on this dusty day

just a full wheelbarrow

of yellow skinned fruit....

A dverse poets prompt to write a 44 word quadrille containing the word 'Stand'. My poem depicts a childhood memory of my sisters and I. Maybe our mother made marmalade with all the unsold grapefruit, I can't remember for sure.....

Here is the link to dverse poets: Stand

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