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Heart Fruit

Heart Fruit

Nothing but time, ripeness,
gravity, and the ground.

Finally hitting down there
the last edge , the ground

Splitting open
my heart is crushed

crushed open
And though my seed
may lie there – never going
to shoot, to root,
to bloom, to fruit
my nectar is fine
for the bees and ants
And in some life times
that’s the whole dance

(C) David L White

8/12/2015

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