Budding

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    Budding

    In our neighborhood the Russian Olive

    Is first to extrude its buds.

    Along its slender branches, and at their tips,

    Ten thousand tiny commas and apostrophes

    Suddenly appear in March.

    Within them,

    Deep down,

    Are ten thousand unborn berries

    That burst out in tart profusion

    For me to gather on a September stroll,

    To make my lips pucker in delight.

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    LaLucha commented on Budding

    06-05-2009

    Nice poetry, Archie. I was told we cannot eat the olives off the tree, that they are stil poisonous untill they are brined. We used them to write who we love on the curb in East Highlands.
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    ARCHIE

    06/05/2009

    Welll, I have been munching on them in the Fall during my walks and have not died. Y'know they once thought tomatos were poison. I will however stop eeating them because there may be side effects that could interact with my meds. Thanx!

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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