Ripe and red the fruit fell from the vine into my hand.
Warm and ripe.
I succumbed to temptation and popped it past my lips.
It exploded as my tongue squished it against the roof of my mouth
washing seeds and sweetness over my palate.
Oh. There’s nothing like this delight.
I close my eyes and revel in
Summer’s goodness .
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