Backyard Memoirs

Tangerine shells, hollowed of pulp left out to dry like pumpkin debris Surinam cherries, peppered with bite red juicy flesh, but mostly just seed Sky line of rain trees, cloud chomping blue to eat up my dreams and float me to sea But, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes that right now resemble the woman in me I'm not a fool, to live in these dreams balmy and breathing the salt in the air I've given up all of my conjuring thoughts smashing up memories 'till you appeared Tangerine shells, skin of my skin now part of the soil at a home that's not ours Leveled of trees, blown to the ground Lifetime of growth stripped to earth in but hours Still, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes listening strong as I storied my dreams I'm not a fool, with wisdom defunct but there's no leveling me by my memory's decree.