holiday trip south
hopes for persimmon pudding
fourteen hour drive
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Savage Haiku · Thoughts about poetry, life and happenings.
Persimmon pudding? I’m still waiting for persimmons I bought at Thanksgiving to get ripe! I think it’s hopeless. No pudding for me. 😦
love this, very bright and hopeful piece.
smooth sailing.