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posted by TotalDramaChick
By Catherine Savage Brosman

They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched da blue,
with slightly mottled skin and amber flesh,
transparently proposing da their hue
the splendor of an August morning, fresh

but ruddy, ripening toward fall.—"So sweet,
so cold," the poet said; but this one’s tart,
its sunny glow perfected in deceit,
as emulation of a cunning heart.

I eat it anyway, until the pit
alone remains, with scattered drops of juice,
such aspro, acida trophies proving nature's wit:
appearances and real in fragile truce.