Strawberry Full Moon
strawberry full moon
count my past sucked dry
your stems spit to the side
tomorrows darken
ripe for the picking
crystalline tart coolness
inside a rough husk
the old man’s shaved face
promises nothing
the surface of loss
never speaks
the lovers and children
who harvest merriment
leave with their hands empty
barking remonstrance and pleasure
as if forever
means no consequence
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count my past sucked dry . . .rough husk.
Such very strong lines in an excellent poem.