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persimmon is bare now
except one left fruit
hanging above eyesight
beautiful red, smooth
I will leave it there
to nature to conquer

my neighbor's eyes
are on it too guessing
when will I pick it
they're beginning to love
few spend drinking coffee
in their backyard staring

Sunday, December 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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