First, let's admit the Fuyi persimmon's kinship with apples -- red and various.
Next, let's agree that like Fuyi persimmons some poems can be harvested only for a limited time.
Neither of these conditions, lessens the enjoyment of either. Or both.
The question is -- is there anything that is ripe (be if vegetable, fruit or word) unconnected?
H/c
ReplyDeleteHer two-pronged love devilled her still
exascerbated by the most beautiful weather
in months. A full moon hung in the night sky
clear and full of mischief, beckoning lunacy
her body was sleepy after all the walking
but her mind could not rest, remembering
a basket of persimmons sent to her father,
and the small conversation that followed.