Examine how this fruit…

Examine how this fruit is made perfect:
how life’s quick shyness fills its cheek
and blushing rose, can make it seem so meek;
perhaps its silence speaks a dialect
commingling with the winds that intersect
the solitude of leaves. Where do they seek
those meanings that will cause the peak
of summer speak these fruits as fact –
a fact that blooms too deep within our touch?
The subtle blood, the bold audacity
which marks our selves as proof of summers: such
is how our bodies flush with this old dance,
which makes us greater, yet so small. We see
each other; dream, unfold, and love by chance.

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