If you were a fruit,
you wouldn't be a pear
though your curve
bespeaks a cool and soothing air
No, if you were something
a hand can touch with dangling reach
the eye straining to see through leaves
you might be a firm and ripening peach
At this my turn of phrase breaks down
because you're not a thing to be devoured
nor dropped into baskets on the ground
horita, I'm forced to conjure flowers
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