I feel like posting another one of my poems, and I hope that's okay.
REGARDING WORDS
As a child, I would suck on the pits
of apricots and plums:
I'd suck all the sweetness out
to the bitter end.
I'd suck the coolness out until
the temperature of the pit and my mouth
were the same.
Words are the seeds one finds
in fruit.
Imagine that--
a universe in a wooden bowl.
Missing you guys - Richard
1 comment:
Always thrilled when you post poems here. Thanks again. :D
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