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Strawberries
. . . .
Each year for what seemed like
F
O
R
E
V
E
R, to a child that is.
A off- white house sat nestled
between the L
I L
H
S and V
S
A
Y
L E
L
Of a curved road,
in which a child would recall,
Almost country.
From blacktop road to perfect
G
R
A
Y gravel.
Solid cement, well known.
Over left,
to a child it felt like
Lush gardens.
Over right,
a child feels drawn into a
much bigger
lush gardens.
B
L N E N
A A
C I G on the
Two by four around the
C
O
R
N E R
In the shade
Dew was glistening
Bright shades of red.
Nanu’s strawberries.
Crouching,
Eyes searched . . . . Finally!
Fingers lightly grasped the
tiny dew covered strawberries
L
I
G
H
T
L
Y
tug, P P!
O
Pushing till the
roughness touched
S K I N.
Pulling the leaves off,
and a light crunch of a stem.
Fingers pulled,
Teeth sank
Juiced
r
i
p
p
e
d
down fingers.
Again; Fingers pulled,
teeth sank,
sweet. sugar. sour. juice.
gushing, gushing lusciousness.
I shall never forget
Nanu’s.
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