You wait for things to ripen
Age to perfection
Like some amazing golden moment
That’s only purpose is to shine
So brightly in your eyes it hurts
If only your fantasies were like
Autumn pears
You could squeeze them
Turn them over in your hand
Decide whether or not
You would really want to
Sink your teeth into them
http://dversepoets.com/2014/08/30/harvest-open-link-night/
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