Mountain Wines:  A GIRL GROWS UP ON MOUNT EDEN

an exhibition of poetry and photography by Ronald Philip Tanaka
Berries the pinot berries are so stiff and
green, always so unpleasant at

first. but by harvest, i can squeeze
them between my fingers and

they'll burst open like fire, their
sweet juices flowing out across

the vast heavens - without
thought, without fear.

sorta reminds you of marlowe
or shakespeare, doesn't it?

or maybe buddha.


 
       

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