The smell of muscadines sliding under my nose and above my head
Across my tongue as they age, as I age
Inconsistent greens and neutrals, consistently speckled with brown
Theses colors collide as I roll the spheres around in my hands
Small hands made them seem massive once
They seemed to shrink years later until I realized it was me that had changed
Rows of them glowing in the sunlight, now imprinted in my mind
Me trying to find the one that has the most to offer
The easiest way to get rid of the stubborn seeds and work through the thick skin, still undiscovered
The seeds that surrender fall to my feet, meeting the place where they began
Greeting earth once again
And I walk over them wishing I could be under them again
Across my tongue as they age, as I age
Inconsistent greens and neutrals, consistently speckled with brown
Theses colors collide as I roll the spheres around in my hands
Small hands made them seem massive once
They seemed to shrink years later until I realized it was me that had changed
Rows of them glowing in the sunlight, now imprinted in my mind
Me trying to find the one that has the most to offer
The easiest way to get rid of the stubborn seeds and work through the thick skin, still undiscovered
The seeds that surrender fall to my feet, meeting the place where they began
Greeting earth once again
And I walk over them wishing I could be under them again
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