National Fruit

A sojourner, aphorism
leaky vessel for wine,
early afternoon squeaky spinning seat,
half squat to a friendly face wishing to please
small collegial town with dusty roads running west to east,
shaded by mountains-
there were green circles
defying the desert buzzing,
swirls of water splashing
spilling over roadways,
drenching feet;
there were agnostic waterfowl,
too a little bridge crossed by strokes
and adobe walls cutting up the landscape
here a tiny corn field,
there beans climbing
and always and ever
the national fruit – chile.

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