passionfruit in november


Wonderful use of words. Please read.

innocence abroad

some grey days
when my soul is
consumed with wanderlust
i remember our
belated birthday date
at the sidewalk cafe
and the scooter ride
through crowded streets
i suppose we talked
and laughed
there in the warmth
shaking off the chill
of the miles between us
but mostly i remember
paper bowls heaping
with the fluffy snow
of shaved ice milk
the bright yellow sauce
quickly cutting chasms
into its interior
and the sweetness
of passionfruit
in november

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