September
And I wondered
breathing slowly
to drink the air
down smooth.
If these tomatoes on my sill
would ripen
plump and juicy
before decaying spots
take over.
Perhaps,
before I even take
a bite.
SeptemberA Poem by J.L.RSeptember And I wondered breathing slowly to drink the air down smooth. If these tomatoes on my sill would ripen plump and juicy before decaying spots take over. Perhaps, before I even take a bite. © 2018 J.L.R |
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