This piece is based on what happened when my cousins were in town. We’re driving around we notice a person selling strawberries and the next thing you know, half his supply is on the ground due to a gust of wind.
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Corner of 9th and Wilson
Height o’the season is in
Strawberries in boxes
Jaw’s merry and eyes grinnin’
While the wind sings, the table cries
The fruits bleed and the earth is now dyed
Hope is lost, drowned in frowns
The red sea engulfs him all the way down
5 life vests emerge from the Tarot’s mist
Floatin’im to the top, from deep sorrow’s abyss
Collected his hearts and dusted his lurk
Brought him a sign and he’s back to work
That smile so fresh, so please wash before ya eat,
Spoken with no words
just what happens when open souls meet
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