This Is Not Just To Say Poem by Hans Ostrom

This Is Not Just To Say



A plum's uninhibited purple
epidermis entertains a faint
silver mist, you noticed.

Even as you chomped
through the fruit
to eat what you expected,

your abstracted mind
nibbled on a
nebula of thought.

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