i'm at the light next to the house
we painted
in 1977.
John and I.
seems like forever and yet
like yesterday
as well.
the pear tree is still
in the yard.
full of fat green fruit.
reaching from
our ladders
we ate so many pears
off that tree
that we got sick and missed
the next day of work.
no pay.
i haven't had a pear
since then,
and neither has John
who recently
passed away.
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