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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Second fig

I eat the second fig in three bites, standing alone in the humidity on the terrace.

Its skin has begin to split down the sides, green with a little fawn toward the tip. I squeeze it open. A first bite, the soft sweetness is worth the year's wait. The inside creamy white and clear honey, the skin supple. I chew the second piece slowly and swallow fast. On the street below a lorry passes. A cicada in an oak tree.

I take the last bite. Some skin is left. I eat that, too.

4 comments:

  1. That's a very Haiku sort of ending...

    You might enjoy this
    http://theunbearablebanishment.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-brooklyn-my-brooklyn-with-apologies.html

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