Next Year’s Fruit

VII.

No, leave that one on the ground.

Don’t be fooled by the ruddy lustre

captivating your tongue’s imagination.

It looks like a crisp bite,

a mouthful of firm flesh and sweet juice.

Turn it over. See where the taut skin thinned,

failed open to marauders.

Leave it. Let it nourish next year’s fruit.

~K

8/2015