where unseen I like to stroll
around and sit in the shade
miniature as the rain even
or at last under the pomegranate
tree which these days
looks more like many-breasted
but still green Artemis
whose tender areolae
will I pluck and discard
on the compost so a few
a lucky few left hanging
can ripen to perfection or
get gorged on by the birds
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