(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#85)
Fruit rots on the ground
In unattended orchard
Our love slowly dies
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(#86)
I plant hopes and dreams
In the fertile soil but I
Still must pray for rain
…..
(#87)
Sly kitsune slinks
Among magenta kiku
Shrewd white-tip-tailed imp
…..
(#88)
Thirsty tamarisk
In its drunken reveling
Drains oasis dry
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(#89)
Let the bitter plum
Remind you to cherish the
Sweetness of the pear
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(#90)
Those old stars above
Whisper of antiquity
And enduring hope
Silent Pariah 
I love these, Mike. Each so uniquely impactful. Wonderful.💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace. I appreciate it. 🙂
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Truly my pleasure .💕❤️💕
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plant hopes and dreams
In the fertile soil but I
Still must pray for rain
Impressive lines❤️❣️
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Thank you so much! I’m happy you liked that one. I must say I’ve been enjoying your poetry very much as well. 🙂
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So nice to hear that, ,😊
Th
Thank you Mike,😊
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All are excellent lines thank you for sharing 💕🎉👍
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Thank you so much, Priti. I appreciate your kind words. 🙂
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My pleasure 💕stay happy and blessed forever 💕🎉👍
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