RARE FRUIT
Like an unheard idea of a rare fruit
with wings
they droop from bush branch and
tree trunk;
yellow robins that ripen of the grey
dull winter
with a sweet-slumbering sun close
as family
in the sheer cheer of a bright-eyed
mind harvest;
they flit here as if they complete
the cryptic
mystery with darts of feed-found
wild intelligence.
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