There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
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I read this poem for the first time a couple of years ago and wondered how on earth I had missed it and never heard of the writer. What a find! Exquisite is absolutely the word to describe it. The passion is palpable and as delicious as the strawberries one can't help but imagine. I would, indeed, gladly let the storm wash the plates...
Just heard of Edwin tonight at a poetry group and this poem i thought was exquisite i adore it.....beautiful
Great write! Sugared strawberries of love!