among the shining green globes
still waiting their turn,
there you were
the first in red,
dangling gracefully
on the vine
(you let go
so easily)
inside the house,
a sharp clean knife
pared wedges for four.
we tasted
the warm,
tart spark
of your sun
your rain
your earth
your early blooming
among fragrant leaves
your summer
not yet come
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