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From The Mystic Poems Part II

By Raissa DasselPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Eat
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I nibble from the juicy Gala apple that circles the evolutionary trail once again. It came back from its Bible journey unbruised. Perfect and shiny.

Today is a day where I remove the prescription sunglasses that pinch the pale, untouched skin behind my delicate ears. The Hepburn look from Breakfast at Tiffany's will just have to wait for me.

I humbly applaud my waiting and thirsty refrigerated asparagus. You will bask in your Hollandaise and join your fillet soon. Crunchy turned to perfection in a swing dance with boiling water; savory and sophisticated.

Melt under it and drink from the colored fountain that we were sworn to avoid. Push away the spoiled, rotten fruits so that you can enjoy the bite. Eat.

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About the Creator

Raissa Dassel

I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.

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