If i touch but a hem of the garment, I would be made whole.

marascino cherries.

The father tells the mother

wait for the rain.

wait for the rain.

It really got him by the short hairs,

the empty pocket

unfurled

waving like a flag from a Little Tramp film.

Why, I half expect Groucho Marx,

about to cook an egg,

pulling a chicken from his file cabinet

giving it a squeeze

to thoughtfully, carefully encourage a fresh egg.

Lewis Gizzard said something about bending over in the garden, because the taters have eyes.  But I was thinking, Granny could innocently flutter a skirt-tail picking squash, properly "taking his picture", the grandboy.  The little Cheever.  "I just wanted to begin a conversation about the sexualizing of these innocent creatures.  By society.  You know, people other than me.  The rape is really just thoughtful commentary."

"Me cutting her up?  That was just side fun."

Meanwhile, Granny bent over so far to pick up a giant watermelon, that she hung over so deeply, she had her forehead touching the ground, like a football player's three-point stance.  The Little Cheever was thinking, "that Hooch is gonna have a farmer's tan by the time she leaves this garden."