Leslie Alexis

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The Prune (Ghazal) - Poem by Leslie Alexis

It was smooth and solid when I picked it,
But after month it became a wrinkled old lady.

Whose youthful navy blue aged into purple,
The color of the potent juice that comes from it.

One day in ignorance, I drank a full cup.
And that same day, a whole lot more came out of me.

Pepto and Mr. Magnesia could not compare.
It s was a repulsive sight and hence no more.

The next day I felt as light as a bee,
Who jumped and screamed whoopee doo doo.

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010



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