Jul 2022
Reaching outward
Fingers spread
Like a wing
The primitive fruit
Just beyond grasp
A worm surfaces
whom which a bird plucks;
For the fruit is
In its reach
I am envious
Fingers spread
Like a wing
The primitive fruit
Just beyond grasp
A worm surfaces
whom which a bird plucks;
For the fruit is
In its reach
I am envious
(USA)
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