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THE ART OF EATING STRAWBERRIES

I eat them the way you like them,

feel close to you when I rinse them in cold water,

remove stems, tear into bite size pieces,

add sugar, let sit in the refrigerator,

heat in the microwave over shortcake,

so sweet, so warm,

wish you were here to enjoy them,

but you’ve gone to a better place

so I must eat strawberries alone.

 

This poem appears in That’s Life: New and Selected Poems.