2021/7/5 #poetry Sometimes I feel it's such a shame to eat a fruit, to cut up a squash. The shape, color, and patterns so beautiful, destroyed, consumed. This utterly unique specimen erased, never to be seen again. I get myself past this momentary angst by reminding myself that even if I don't eat it it wont last long. That I appreciated it, took a moment to really drink it in, must be enough. I've nothing else to offer. I'd plant its seeds if I could. I'd take photographs had I the skill, or perhaps draw or paint it. Even if I could, there are too many things for me to honor this way. My glimmer of awe must suffice.