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Written thanks to Brigid Lowry. Thanks, Brigid!


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


Nectarine


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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