Some seeds by me.
These supple ,dainty oranges
fill my shopping baskets,overflow ;
the seeds in the kitchen melamine
sieved , crave for a safe ,fertile soil,
till the morn they were in a cove,
until the knife cut , merciless
juiced in a jar to appease her tongue,
all in one hasty gulp by the maid,
They are Not poisonous seeds of
ambitious , dry hearts, arid garden,
I hope to nurture seeds ,
them In my garden of sanctity.
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