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Aug 2015
Such Fruit
is according
to its season

To Early
the fruit
drags on
the lower branches
as the stars reflect
on its waxy rind.

To Late
the remaining fruit
resides to high
in the upper branches.
Winter is coming
and only
the high flying birds
can drink
from the saucers
of the moon.

The Secret
to eating its fruit
at its proper season
as it grows on limbs of the tree
and deploy your talents
and you may
as you consume
and receive the gift
too eat from the tree.
Andrew Rymill
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Andrew Rymill
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