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Benedict Fruit
Yonsiri Rojas
the goose hisses in its ivory crochet suit;
sauntering the stoned road, a flinch of light
bathing the pigeon’s pearls, the town’s brute
animal—its local needful, lazy pal might
have carved off some of its benedict fruit.
the goose grasps the pigeon’s wing
hums a ballad, makes a sorrowful scene
down the mountain, towards the spring
“cut him some slack!”, swallows him clean;
local conflict nicely solved, left neither a whing,
nor the clumsy thief seen.
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