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August Forenoon

August Forenoon There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have died but the price of coffins stay the same.... So beautiful a forenoon, I drove on my moped to visit a carob tree I used to sit under when lonely Its thick branched protected me from the world. Under it now two elderly women -on their knees- picking sweet, black beans. The small farmers around here have aged with me, the women looked up and smiled at this elderly, permanent tourist on his round; he is like a hasty brush stroke on the canvas of eternity. On green vines hung juicy grapes tasted one it was like an explosion of natural sweetness that filled my mouth with yesterdays pleasure, they are ready to be harvested and made into wine, not for the rich but for the local people to drink with their stew.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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