Ripe Fruit: Sijo VIII

09 Apr 2012 Leave a comment

by Kaimilani Leota Sellers in poetry


Ripe Fruit: Sijo VIII

Sweet, tree-ripened mango gets no glance from you, it is baffling.

Even passion fruit, tart and tongue-watering slips from the vine

unnoticed, and the sunlight dancing in shadows hopes for your shade.

 

Karen K.L. Espaniola April 9, 2012

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