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Not The Kind That Grows On Trees

a date
and not the kind that grows on trees
like a date,
or is it a fig
familiar and
foreign, at once—
a flavor you haven’t tasted
for a long time
but remember fondly.
So one day,
strolling through the grocery
strolling through the world
you think maybe
and try one

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