Pomegranate

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I didn’t really know what I was doing

Climbing

Over a

wall

beneath

The Acropolis.

 

Greek police were

Shouting at me

As I hid

The pomegranate

In my rucksack.

 

 

 

Posted in Poesy

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

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