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in the soft

sun that soaks my skin

a mint leaf

prickles gently its fuzz

a reminder it has grown

through summer thunder

and fed on cicada

overtures as i have

felt the pleasure of shivering

under rain


tasting briefly

it melts

leaving nothing but

a thing come from earth

and impassioned

with a dirty

sweet i bite

because it is not so precious

as my fingers thought


it is clover

under my nails

and beetles

and hickory nuts sharp

on bare feet

but sweet!

sweet in the soft sun

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