hulling strawberries
for the freezer I think of
how many sweetnesses
are put off till later—
that ripest berry,
it is delicious, red stain
on my hands, my lips
July 9, 2016 by Rosemerry
hulling strawberries
for the freezer I think of
how many sweetnesses
are put off till later—
that ripest berry,
it is delicious, red stain
on my hands, my lips
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, poem, poetry, present, strawberry | 1 Comment
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What a powerful word, hulling, to begin this poem. I like it. Though I first read it as hauling, which no doubt you have done to be hulling them 🙂