Today
I collected the plums,
fallen without sound
into the tall grass.
One half
was sweet with ripeness,
the other soured green.
My tongue
sprung
alive to the wholeness.
I collected the plums,
fallen without sound
into the tall grass.
One half
was sweet with ripeness,
the other soured green.
My tongue
sprung
alive to the wholeness.
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