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July Journal #14

by Don Mager

July 29, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transforming pinkish green to scarlet

and sour firmness into lavish

juice, the time of night works its magic. 

Stars in their contented ignorance

neither watch nor turn away.  The moon

simply slices down the western rim

and vanishes.  Alone on separate

stems, tomatoes are plumping themselves

up for dawn and dew.  They are early

risers.  Decked in all their readiness,

coyness is a bold disguise to hide

their unrestrained seductions.  Wrapped in

a soft nocturnal glow, Look, they sing,

we’ll debauch and over-brim your chin.

 

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