Persimmons
by Max Reif

How did persimmons
get that reputation
for puckering your mouth?

When ripe,
they’re sweet
as mangoes.
Should any of us
be judged
before we’re ripe?

Max Reif was first surprised to pull his car over and give birth to a poem in 1968 at age 20, not even knowing he was pregnant! He continues to seek, (in the words of Meher Baba) “to penetrate into the essence of all being and significance, and to release the fragrance of that inner attainment for the guidance and benefit of others…” Some of his stories, poems, jokes, reviews etc are at http://www.REALnothings.com

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