against the old house
surrounded
by a brick wall, an iron
gate.
we were between two
pear trees
in full bloom,
the pears were as green
and fat
as they could possibly
ever be.
ripe with white luscious meat.
help yourself, the owner said.
take as many as you
want.
they're free.
so we ate and ate, stuffed
them in our pockets,
for a whole week.
i haven't touched a pear
since then.
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