Town counselor jabs
pomelos with sharpened
sticks of old bamboo
Thick-rinded fruits thud,
their juices numbing, their size
swelled to ripeness
His face soft but proud
reveal a son’s sad eyes as
fruit falls far from tree
His own legacy
slips away like late sun rays,
mingles with the breeze
1 comment:
I can't believe how well you captured that moment-took me right back there.
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