Strawberry Fields

Succulent scarlet glistens,

its speckled flesh prickling in

the thick summer day.

Tiny seeds bud

for long tips to pull the stem.

Little digits fumble.

Finally, they curl, grasping the head.

Plucked.

Teeth sink into the ripened flesh.

Ruby rivers dribble down,

dripping from a chin,

and in its end, replenishes the soil from which it sprang.

 

 

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