a little poetry...

Reading in a tree 2015

Pear Tree

This was the tree of all trees

Huge

I learned the way to climb it

Foot after foot, hand after hand

Until I was almost as high as the sky

A place to sit

With my back against the hard wood

Legs dangling

Bark against my bare skin

The trunk stretching further

Beyond reach

My hands plucked ripe rough-skinned pears

From between the leaves

Pears that I chewed and munched

Their juices dribbling over my chin

And then my arm hurled

The wet cores through the branches

Out into the air

Until they fell in arcs to the floor

Sweetness

July 2018

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