…elusive… maddening…
tulip… that apple…
that passion fruit.
That brilliance.
This
rainy dream,
impossible, thought
possible (self-denier, dumb
dreamer, that I…)
but for
a note
about plums, triggering
that note about
this
ending.
It’s bruising
I thought I
(tough skinned and all)
would be sour,
bitter
But not
this breaking skin.
Writer Moe 