dVerse — Tuesday Poetics — Wee Troubadour

Wee TroubadourLast summer’s three, she climbed the chunky boulder, playing follow-the-leader to the little seven boy, therewith his dad, and leapt off when we weren’t looking.She bent her knees as we’d instructed, but her lipshit a knee. Her lips swelled along with bleed. Tears.This summer’s four climbs her rocky friend with morein mind. Its elevated…