When strawberry plants’
Leaves are red
And the last few vines hang
Unable to root themselves
Before frost when unpicked
Strawberries wither like freeze
Dried fruit on the vine
When there’s only a few good
Ones left, red and firm
They’re a day or two overripe
Just the right amount of extra
Sweetness when the strawberries
In-between shriveled and extra
Sweet deceives the eyes
Before they’ve separated
From the vine, looking red but
Once plucked turn white
And pink transforming into mush
In the mouth overly sweet
As if the roots kept pumping
Sugar into them, not knowing when
To stop, the time to harvest is past
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