Eat berries one by one
savoring mid-summer
when every field shouts
Bounty.
Tuck that taste away
somewhere safe
for later when you need it.
And you will.
This world behaves as if
it always was and
always will be
Green a world
that never heard of snow
But you know better.
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 