Persimmons  

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Persimmons - Sonnet-4

Sweet  flesh
folds over my face
in summer time.
Sticky
ledges of sand under
the trees. 
Autumn turns them
brown and over ripe
but deeply rich;
they attract flies.

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