Tjipoetat Quill
Poetry Workshop & Nursery
07 June, 2004
quatrain on a jar of pickles
after that fleeting summer
in your overjoyed heart,
haunt centuries to endure
a tasteless love, all doors shut
forget a hearty dinner
make do with these
finger-like cucumbers —
who taught you to be too eager?
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