i visited a fruiting tree
watching buds reach for me
though sun is shy and gloomy
this tiny fig full of fruits
shorter than me by a foot
in middle of my yard to loot
sudden burst of sprinkle
shook my sense to startle
i ran but got stuck in bog
not easy to get off; laugh
but why i thought about you
i need help i miss you too
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