errand

Posted 01-Aug-2006 by abrupt   [The Mind of Abrupt, Poetry]

part the leaves a little
grasp the hanging pod
the seed inside
comes loose with a wiggle
roll the seed around
and squeeze
squeeze until
that tree’s shy juices
lie fragrant on your
summer fingers

©2006 Abrupt

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