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Written thanks to Brigid Lowry. Thanks, Brigid!

Submitted:Dec 7, 2008    Reads: 83    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


On a verandah, on a train,

For tomorrow, or from yesterday,

I am about to bite a nectarine

Peel away a skin of discovery,

Smell the flesh of mystery,

Suck the juice of nostalgia,

This slides down my greedy cheek

Or was it a salty tear?

Because of this nectarine, I am young again

On my swing

In the garden

Trying to remember the words to my favourite song

And I am not on a swing

But a wicker chair

Telling a sad story to my lovely nectarine.


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