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Saturday Poem
The Ripe Moment
It was laying right there…
in front of her eyes
right where she looked
but could not see
obvious, in plain sight.
But she did not see it
and kept looking
struggling
fighting
searching
so hard
for that which had been freely offered.
Years later,
sitting on a fence
in a field
she saw it.
“Plain as daylight,”
she said out loud to herself.
“And I missed it.”
Just then an apple fell from a tree,
red and ripe, its juice trickling into the soil.
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By Maria Mar©2014
New York, NY
July 15, 2014
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