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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Sunday, August 26, 2012
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