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Plum was heaven
Plum was stem Until the season’s turn And early rain’s intention Until the bud’s desire
Until the blossom-burst Until bee pollen-scattering And Sun’s divine attention The fruit imagination
Until its flesh uncovered Until its curve encountered The touch of tongue and teeth Until the sweet surrender
Its sugar-water tendered Washed us stem to heaven Bud-desire, blossom-burst Victoria-by-the-Sea, PE
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