we scamper
among the trees
Ali and me
two kids
in a farmer’s field
plucking figs
from trees
and giggling
as we split them open
to taste
their sweetness
guilty pleasure
a break from work
washing our hands
in the sprinklers
before climbing back
in a waiting car
to return
to the business
at hand
Fresh-picked Figs.. I’ll be thinking about them all day.
(until I can get my hands on some)
Sweet Memories..
And they were especially sweet, too.
Lovely, sensuous, transporting.
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.
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a memory from the not so distant past