David Taylor

Reader Digests

My shadow reaches out,
picks ripe fruits in orchards green,
ferments them in heady intoxications
and mixes them in blenders.

The flesh best discarded
and only the pure juice drunk,
most suited to noblest rank
but my shadow does not shun
pulp fiction.

Poem Submitted: Friday, August 22, 2008
Poem Edited: Friday, August 22, 2008

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  • Original Unknown Girl (8/22/2008 8:05:00 AM)

    Very clever David! ! HG: -) xx

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