Gull said, “Too bad Nature fixed you here.”
“Why is it too bad?” Peninsula
replied, causing a buried broken
tombstone to shift in the dirt
from the young frown’s demand
for immediate reformation.
“Well you know I can just lift
from your surface and float
far above and fly away, disappear
into the sunshine, flirt with birds
in exotic lands. Sample a few. Spread
wild tales around this planet.
You on the other hand, well you never go
anywhere and you never will.”
“True. Then again seeds from my cellar,
well let’s just say they get around.”