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No-fig Days


Some days

are no-fig days,

no fat fruit

plumply waiting

to be picked


No sweetness


lushly among the leaves,

the pulp juicy

around the seeds


No surprises

beckoning in the garden

to delight the eyes

and pique

the palate


Some days

are no-fig days,


from other ordinary days

except by anticipation


Of fig days,

full of flavor and devourings

and the glory of nature

bearing and sharing

most fruitfully

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