A BOWL OF FIGS – A POEM

A bowl of figs

in an empty room

where I enter

hungry

A sweet sugary

cuddle puddle

with seeds and skin

Fruitful in abundance

and in fruit.

I grab the candy

make it mine

swallow

and exit.

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