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Ripened finally Time for harvesting is now All at once it comes Way too much of a good thing Creativity Is required in the kitchen A love-hate relationship  Abundance of figs Hang heavily on the tree A curse and reward Consumed fresh, dried, stewed and baked Perhaps I should learn to can Colleen’s TankaTuesday PoetryContinue reading “A Choka: Fig Harvest”