along the path near the inner edge
among the mix of last falls
oak and elm leaves
lies a half eaten pear
the outer skin still green
with blotches like a thrush's egg
the meat inside still white
with a hint of yellow
like a seasoning of black pepper
a hive of ants
run to and fro over it
they embrace it
like Magdalene embracing
the Savior's feet
salvation must be taken
when salvation comes
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