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Smells of summers night shine dull amongst the background
haze of morning.
Through town, bustling traffic, hurried figures fill every corner and alleyway.
Stares come sharp and quick, Unusual?
NO!
Expected ? YES !
Tolerated ? ALWAYS
At towns end, haze become thicker, smells of Summer, are smells of decay.
Stares become grins,
Longing,
Waiting.
Solo, One woman... at trees feet does she kneel, as others pick,
I pass, part does the thicken haze, revealing the strange fruit, plentiful amongst the branches of this tree.
And as gently as a farmer places tomatoes in a basket, so not to bruise,
So is this fruit, laid down amongst a basket...
COFFIN DEEP!
