a bitter fruit

mind is like the bulb, fluorescent

preening, surging, iridescent

scalding, soothing, life's gone sour

a bitter taste to waste the hour

all of these things, about which you worry today

won't really amount ten years away.



because life's all but a bitter fruit

only ripened in the youth

when all's come down, rotting fruit decays

should i save the seeds or throw them away?

flowers above the grave, empty house by the lake

just hope they won't make the same mistake

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