EXERCISE: Spare Words...

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original posting: Mon, 14 May 2001 05:28:32 -0400

Here we go...almost poetics?

The Fruits

They sit -- sour, bruised, tired
by long exposure

waiting

for the one who says, "You are
accepted,
wonderful,
lovely
even as you are."

And when that one walks among the lonely

Will they hear?  Look?  Accept?
or
sit and glare, afraid
to believe.

And wait for someone who will pay
$1.49 a pound

Go ahead, read it as you will, and then write your own story about it.  What
are these fruits?  And who is that one who talks to them?

Poetry, prosery, whatever you likery, just write, okay?