Timothy Marshal Nichols


Reveries Of An Imaginary Landscape No.13 - Exotic Fruit - Poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols

To suck upon a freshly fallen leaf
its juices ripe, tasty
its red flesh succulent

To suck upon a newly cut branch
its sap sweet, flowing
its silvery liquid sticky

To bite into a just plucked fruit
its green skin sharp, crisp
its pulp chewy, syrupy

Joyful the path of foraging

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 19, 2012


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