there was this small strawberry-
i was picking in a farmer's patch-
and it looked so perfectly red and well-formed.
i glanced away, noticed that other people
were also picking near my row, but not close by.
My container was almost full, almost to
capacity, but there was room for more,
another berry, certainly.
As i knelt, i held this small strawberry, rotating the fruit
softly and slowly between my thumb and
forefinger, imaging the sweet taste.
i gave a brief tug to the cap and it snapped free.
The berry asked me in the most polite way-
berries can talk, you know-to do it the honor
of eating it, immediately and
i ate the berry and it was good.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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