Slow-down. Each sound matters as it pays homage to the ripe. Even those which over time are a hair's breath away from silence.
POEM TO ACCOMMODATE THE CONTEMPLATION OF A RASPBERRY
not audible
and very
red in
ripeness
reminding
one
of scarlet
hive, bee
that is
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ReplyDeleteOn the outer reed the holes blew firm
Beyond the sumptuous patch of mint
a million other antidotes
waxed importune
(and in the patch of berries she found the way to laugh)