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He listens
to mockingbird
sing of ripening
tomatoes—
first of the year—
Time to drill down
she sings, skin
pulp, seeds
astonishingly
delicious juice
He now comprehends
her thirst and hunger
puts his
possessiveness aside
at least
temporarily
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