Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Free Write on Concord Grapes


Round, like balloons gathered closely together on a dying neon green steam. All three are opaque - the darkest indigo diluted and smudged. The outer of the object is not hard, it has bounce. The color leeks on the paper under them. When eaten it is unlike other kinds. They are sweeter, taste is everywhere, and I hope to find these at the supper market my next visit. The only fault to these wondrous things could be the pit. To spit a hundred of them out - oh that is troubling for travel.     

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