In some ways, I am that berry
that has stayed long on the vine.
My ripe days in the sun
have past.
Watching others get picked
and moving on
has left me tired and heavy-hearted.
Is there a recipe
that calls for a withered fruit.
This I do not know
and wonder;
will I ever make it to a table
or remain in this shadowy place?
-SB
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