Tuesday, May 29, 2018

AVOCADOS

Over time, every
one
must collapse.

One
yields gradual, as if by many
serene degrees.

Another
does not; always hard to the
touch, it

just rots. But
time itself
glows unremittingly

green—
a tear-shaped
lump

that will not
ever
just relax.

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