She offers me
the gift

inexpertly & awkwardly
wrapped.

Christmas paper in July.

Water drips from
its centre.

I open it up
& am greeted by

a stone
a bunch of grass
(with roots still attached)
& two(& a half) twigs
a half crazy bug who
just happened to be
caught up in it.

'It's a present
of here! '

I thanked her
& she trundled off

telling her dolly
called 'Dolly'

'See...I know him!

'Told you he'd like it! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-present-moment-for-lyn/