hang bodily from
the green fruit,
the bunches of berries
long before the harvest
hanging on the barbed vines,
wound through the rhododendron
Heavy berry rain, a teardrop
clinging to the bright green
held by its desire, its love
to nurture, to feed, to caress
the growing, maturing vine
August 1, 2007 8:33
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