remembering fresh figs: for Ali Rıza Esmen

we scamper
among the trees
Ali and me
two kids again
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
into a waiting car
to return
to the business
at hand

7 thoughts on “remembering fresh figs: for Ali Rıza Esmen

  1. I love figs and I learned to love them living Istanbul. Dried figs and fresh figs from the market – like candy. My favorite fruit. I also remember picking them and eating them fresh in a fig orchard high on the hills above Makarska Riviera, Croatia.

  2. As a child we had three fig trees. In season it was filled with huge juicy fruit. Unfortunately I didn’t acquire a taste for the exotic fruit until I grew up. Thank you for the beautiful poem.

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