Rhubarb
Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.
So began the book of difficult fruit.
No prompt was needed on stage or off.
Only rhubarb.
No one knew what was being said
but it didn’t seem to matter
when so much cannot be understood
on the stage of life.
So no matter
the lack of clarity,
in its essence.
It was neither fish nor fowl,
fruit or vegetable.
No one could define it,
but no one needed to
in the book of difficult fruit
all one needed to know
from the beginning to the end,
was rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.
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