Finally, after five summers,
white buds on the persimmon tree.
Soon, perhaps flowers
will turn into fruit.
Soon, we will bite
into their ripe bodies
as if they were the first
or the last.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Finally, after five summers,
white buds on the persimmon tree.
Soon, perhaps flowers
will turn into fruit.
Soon, we will bite
into their ripe bodies
as if they were the first
or the last.