The rain has washed and laundered us all five,
my brothers and sisters and me, in overalls
that none of us own, wholly, or remember
as belonging to one of us or the other.
That’s how we are, all we five — sharing
in common our hearth-blue eyes, all stones
in all pockets equally. Share and share alike,
we say. We share and share alike.
Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to use a quote from a poem by François Villon and write a poem of no more than 100 words. My first line is the first line of his Epitaph in the Form of a Ballade.