RUSTY OLIVES
I do not know how to define its form,
not like coins, not like almonds.
Neither big or small,
although they look a little down.
They are beautiful but not very useful,
I need some glasses to use them.
Once a year I have to take them
to the hospital to be in control the situation.
Some green and brown rings
protect a couple of shiny black pearls,
delicate and capricious with other people's hands.
It depends on the light received
they become of mint or chocolate.
My precious rusty olives
Clara MireiaCáncerMercadé,Spain