Poem, No. 5: Strange Fruit
In a new poem, our EIC reflects on a once-dying friendship.
Welcome to Poetry, a series highlighting my own work as an amateur poet. All poems and other pieces were originally published on my Patreon page.
Last summer, I felt a very dear friendship cataclysmically shift. It nearly died on the vine, you could say. A year later, we’re much better communicators, and we check in every few days to see how the other is doing. We need that very long rough patch to not only find who were were individually but reconfiguring what our friendship was destined to become next. Anyway, I wrote this haiku in the midst of what I thought was the end.
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Strange Fruit
Strange fruit in my chest.
Soured plums, peaches and pears;
petals rot. Alas!
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