Ready ripe blush rising skyward
up salsa skin so hot
so smooth that I can
almost feel these podded seeds pulsing
against my palate...
Hurry hurry harvest-
hurry hurry have it
before it frosts
and I miss this florid fruit.
Monday, October 23, 2006
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2 comments:
yummy
saw your poem in my scrying glass. come visit.
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