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Fruit Worth Tasting
Samuel D. Huntington

Oaken firmness planted the day

When mists crept dismal,

Hiding shadow;

Baking rays cut the haze

Praising

Medicines of different hours

Erasing walls between cyclical acts

Roots

Tender and remedial

Stretch love

Among tubers under grass

Feeding, breathing, storing;

Increasing in preparation

To courteously declare good night to mere loathing;

Maladies, melodies, still the conversation

Converting looking-glass seeming

To real thing clarifying-

Faint boot prints outlining style;

Wit and piano lessons playing,

Playing interpreter to winter moons

And whale-song moans.

Medicine-fruit sails around the room

In language lightships while

Complaining distant echoes

Bloom and bud in cacophonous cackles.