Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes, 1951
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Langston Hughes, 1936, by Carl Van Vechten. Public domain.
Kathy Waller 
This is perfect for today, Kathy. Thank you.
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It is finally exploding!
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