10 Pound Poem on an Ounce of Paper

Harvesting thoughts
With a scythe and sickle,
Burying the furrows
Like a paradox popsicle.

The literary farmer
Sows fertile periphrasis
Lamenting fraught seedlings
Twisting taffy off the pages.

While carmine dust-devils
Stir desert air,
Cochineal insects
Sip prickly pear.

Gather and dry
then pulverize
into bitter sweet colors
of pomegranate dyes.

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