Some Perishable…

…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.

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I'm just... filling time.
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