If a woman does not keep pace with her companions,
perhaps it is because she hears a different drummer.
Let her step to the music which she hears, however measured or far away.

Thoreau (with a Conner twist)

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Vine Ripened

Once in a while, a proprioceptive Write just might produce something akin to poetry...





Vine Ripened

The prayer, “Ripen this piece of fruit.”

Avocado stuffed into a brown paper bag
and stuck in a dark closet,
Green tomato placed under glass,
all in an effort to ripen not-ready fruit
using foreign aide,

But always
the tastiest fruit is ripened on the Vine,
s l o w l y,
taking its own sweet time
to come to full flavor.

Shall I choose the quick-ripen method?
or allow the time necessary to become

Vine-ripened fruit?

(John 15:5 “I am” the Vine…)

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