Amygdalin

I’m just a lonely extrovert

sweet as a ripe apricot

with a bitter stony heart.

Crush it to make cyanide.

Southward into falling snow —

world turned upside down.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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