“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Monday, December 11, 2017
Green stone fruit
If you eat an avocado in Italy,
genetically
it is a relative of a Calvino.
Italo's father brought the stone fruit
to the region first.
I have driven the California coastline
more times than I have had birthdays
and often I like to pretend I am somewhere else
among the rolling vineyards, to pasture with the
grazing livestock, and edged in by jagged cliffs that
plummet into the cold sea,
like somewhere in Italy,
right now I know
it could even be me,
eating avocados off the tree.
Image credit by Googsey at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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