Mauve and Gold

If a god were eating strawberries
When that sunset happened,
I know he’d stop in mid-bite
With red sweet juice dribbling
Down his chin onto his toga
And just stare and do a god-thing:
Make it pause, slow down for
A week or two just to draw out
The joy, the complex awe that
Something other than himslef
Could be so satisfactory to a god.
And he would slowly allow
A tear to find its way down
Into the strawberry stain,
Then he would smile
And let the berry fall.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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