Write one leaf about low-hanging fruit.
Bearing the weight, so close you can smell it’s sweet fragrance, in the humid air. So close the leaves gently pull the strands of hair on the top of your head.
Turn and face the tree, prop yourself up on your toes, and kiss.
Kiss the supple, the tight, cool skin, the puckered rind, the gifts bestowed upon you.
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