garden scraps
By Quinn P
sun bleeding through leaves
skeletons illuminated in midday light
trees reaching the tallest of heights
it's strange how they breathe
a bird bathes in a half-full dog bowl
diving in
then it shakes its wings
it flies away
leaving nothing but ripples
she picks my sweet fruit
ripe and ready for only her
take all i bare
i grew for you
we coexist
like a winter breakfast
like the way eggs, gooey and golden
melt into soft bread and hot bacon