Who’s to say what’s
too many strawberries
When they are like
Red sun bubbles
That you can press
against your teeth
And taste all the
sweetness
Among the dead
grasses of last summer?
There’s another and
another
Coming up and
reddening
As if embarrassed to
have their seeds
On the outside.
Hah! Great ending. Really like that dead grasses line - it's a sweet strawberry tease and that shift ...
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Lucy. I agree with Lizz - that dead grasses line is superb.
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