no more than four,
shows
me her rock collection
as i paint
the walls
of her room.
pink of course.
her mother calls out to her
and says
leave that man
alone,
and let him work.
but the girl shakes her
head and
whispers no.
one by one she pulls out
a green rock
from her silken bag,
a blue one,
a red rock, a crystal,
and a common ordinary
stone.
she tells me that she
loves rocks.
i tell her, with a tear
in my eye,
smiling.
i know.
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