• piasevoli


Pear shaped,

I’m an avocado in water.

Bottom heavy,

I turn sideways with a gentle push.

Time and emptiness

have left me wrinkled,

like a ripe raisin

drying in the sun.

But those rays have mellowed me

to a sweetness yet explored.

Let their bright beams crinkle me—

There is more to age than years implore.


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