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Françoise And The Fruit Farmer

 In town to sell his fruit, he saw her—
Françoise in her summer slacks—
turning to him, coming back
to feel the swelling plums,
one held in each soft hand, breast-high,
above them her eyes enclosing him
in quietness brushed up to colors,
urgings green, thrustings yellow.
A vine-like touch, her promise seemed all profit, surplus to lay aside and store, quick harvest if he collapsed his stand, pulled down his crates, rolled away his canvas: full bounty if he washed his hands and followed, trailing her fragrances of melons in their prime, of berries bursting.
She turned to go, her scent adrift as if from glistenings in soil turned off a spade.
His yearning had no time to plant and cultivate and wait for rain, yet he was quick to catch a peach about to fall— that brightness of his wrist costing the moment that concealed her in the crowd; and yet a perfect peach lay in his hand, his only means to feel the way good seasons end.
A lucky day, he thought, begins with plums.

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