The Fruit That Looms From My Labor Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The Fruit That Looms From My Labor



The fruit that looms from my labor,
Is more often than not...
Bittersweet.

And sometimes my tongue,
Spews less than tarts...
For those anticipating,
A display of ego accomplishments.

And they may get more heat...
With sweat expressed,
Than expected.

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