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We passed the pears again today
they’ve grown heavy
in the waning days of summer
the branches bent
resting on the fence top
fruit beckoning, within reach

All season I have watched them
waiting for the time
when those swollen, rosy curves
the promise of the spicy juice
the memory of musky flesh
would call me to decide

Now, knowing stolen fruit
tastes sweeter in the mind
than on the tongue
I shake my head, smile
a quiet word to the dog
and down the hill we go


4 Responses

  1. Beautiful…very appealing to the senses. love the metaphors.

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