cucumber
it’s the taste of tears on your lips,
salted and sweet
it’s the feel as tongue grazes teeth
slippery and wet
it’s the color of spring
vivid and green
it’s the skin of a birch
soft and mellow
it’s the smell of damp grass
fruity and familiar
it’s the sound of footsteps
bare feet on tile at sunset
it’s the taste of rainwater
lukewarm but cool
it’s the shadow of a baby’s thumbprint
scrubbed and clean
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