Some Whole Wheat Words

And Other Up-Lift

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Now I’m on a shisha patio
a mild inebriant
gentler than beer
the goldenness in the mind
instead of the glass
the effect smaller and self-contained
not reaching too far or promising too much
I browse facebook
my friends are going pear-picking tomorrow
the promise of grainy pearflesh
pear tart, pears in brandy
pear preserves
seething the pears in honey
removing the skins with the fingernails
the promise of a pear small
curved and self-contained
hanging low in the quiet sunlight
not reaching too far into the tree
hand to basket
hand to basket
not speaking to each other
letting the day seethe through the skin of the arms
the fingernails, the face
a mild inebriant

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Written by wholewheatwords

February 22, 2010 at 1:29 am

Posted in poetry

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