Not A Clue Poem by Saiom Shriver

Not A Clue



Unique each fruit
of different vine or tree
.. and each unique seed
gives no clue
as to the future fruit's
shape or size or hue

Black seeds grow in
red skinned whitefleshed apples.
Tiny acorns yield massive
millennial oaks.
White seeds in the
tabernacle
of the pumpkins'
orange cloaks.

Sunday, October 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fruits
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