Thursday, October 13, 2011

Persimmons. Soon the poem will take on persimmons.

A poem is about what is seasonal and/or out of.
Often, more than two seasons.

There are two major types of persimmons. I prefer fuyu. The word itself is meal.
Is poem. And ripe is hard. Is crunchy.
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  1. SusanOctober 17, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    who seeks the key and lost

    shall find it hidden once

    again?

    weary cries in the basement

    a hard day for the smallest beast

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