“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italy. Show all posts
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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