The Inedible
The bush in the corner of the garden
carries berries that are pearl shaped
pale red and looks nice in sunlight.
They hang high up on and taste bitter;
the birds ignore them, to make jam of
them one needs a ton of sugar.
Yet this bush grows in my garden and
gets bigger every year, it is not for me
to ask what’s the point of it all.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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