The Passion Fruits

there were too many passion
fruits in the garden
of my Papa
it is a vine that climbs
atop trees
covering them

they all fall this summer
these ripe passion fruits that most of our neighbors
know nothing about
how they taste what is their use
&

as a consequence of that ignorance
no one takes a passion fruit
for a cold refreshing juice this summer

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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