i understand now a mystery sweetness to tomatoes still green
and left on the train track in the shade of trunks of trees. and
the sun is beautifully high up but all the leaves are low and blue,
like you. not a pretty sight, bismarck, not a pretty sight. you
remember how those boops of betty got the sack in the sack?
that is how it will happen, just mark my words and my money.
and watch for the signs in the sky above your clever head. it
will become more than clear in a week or a day if you just wait.
in the mean time, bismarck , do not be late at the dentist, she
may not gift you the green tomato and you'll be sad sack, won't you?
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
