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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4397 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Sharing an Older Woman’s Fruit Dan Tompsett Puget Sound reflects cymbal brass beneath blue wisped white while we pause, give the weeds a break, unbend our backs. We imbibe a bit of her humble harvest. The peach juice is jazz upon my tongue; its skin a lullaby brushed across my lips. She says: "My fruit is overripe; soft in spots." I say: "What you've given me is perfect." |
