An apple landed on her head,
knocking her unconscious.
Upon awakening she found
that he had become snakelike–tongue slithering,
mouth snapping, biting.
He had eaten the apple, worm and all.
She massaged the lump on her head
and the pain of her good intentions.
“I just wanted to be a part of you”, she said.
But he went on yapping
like a hungry pup, accusing her
of building stone walls, anger,
and mixed up messages that clouded
the river of his purity.
She sighed, then remembered
that her life was filled with many things of value-
self esteem, a sunny day, a dew-filled morn.
She left him sitting in the park, rambling on and on
to the ghosts and goblins of his own fear,
typing endless messages on his outdated cell phone.
He knew he was right and she was wrong.
Perhaps had they really talked, things would have been different.
But in today’s world, no one talks when there is a crisis.
©2013 Lynn Marshall-Linnemeier