fat and bottom-heavy, acid green
tinged with unexpected flush of roses,
freckles, indentations darkening--
Perched and growing juicy on the sill,
until I pluck it off and slice it open,
juice running like honey down my knife...
Delaying that first taste for just a moment,
anticipating that burst of delight
when I become last summer with one bite.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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