Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Tomatoes speak summer eloquently


in all her aspects, in all her shapes & colors.  Even the stems step up for the party.  Perhaps, I should write my poems in red ink. Perhaps, too much?  How about writing petite poems with an orange pigment?
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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 26, 2019 at 1:01 PM

    what attractions persist beyond their reach, untimely bursts of energy sublime in their unrealized gain

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