Strawberry
Ripe and red
Flesh gives
Under my touch
Too much give
And it falls apart
Too firm
And it fails to please
But this berry
Perfection in red
Knife to skin
Blade slices
Sweet juices
Stain the cutting board
Scent of spring
Taste of youth
Whispers on my tongue
Hint of season to come
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