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Not Quite RipeA Poem by L.A.My mother’s sister is buriedin the backyard of their childhood home.Past the side gate that hangs on one hinge;beyond the aisle of rocks and flo.. |
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PeachesA Poem by Robert RonnowWherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the varmint gone.. |
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Pokeweed WaitsA Poem by Robert RonnowPokeweed waitsunderground, snow crustssmall greenish white flowers, leaves entireand alternate, black berriespoisonous, ripe late.Waits patiently past.. |
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Black-capped ChickadeesA Poem by Robert RonnowHaving not done the things I wanted to doand the things I've done not being what I wanted to doI sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees.. |
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Take the Ripe PlumA Poem by Robert RonnowHow far from nature and life it isthe gray clouds, airplanes in themthe night cooing and pigeons roostingSirma's garden gone to roses and seed .. |
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AutumnA Poem by pharaohnicaGreen apples, white linenWarm days and cool nightsAutumn is hereAnd I still thinkOf that irresistible smileShouldersAs broad as the mountains that hid.. |
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