the wild pear is an amalgamation of all existing metaphors for thomas, being a sweet embryo of tree blood & the sky's breath, carved by the keen edges of diaphanous bumblebee wings, gritty against a parched tongue, and best when pulpous as the ruddy cheek of a newborn. soft bodied, soft skinned, soft on the probing stare of restless artists seeking muse, but somehow impressive notwithstanding -- always an endeavor of nature, and always man's beloved.
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Poetryboyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017
