26 Fruits

Another time, another place. Pungent wood-smoke.
Cooked spice.

The sour odour of tired bodies.
Polished ebony skin.

Proud trees, wizened by a relentless sun, strain under the weight of their bounty. Waxy burnished leaves defy the heat.

Golden yellow orbs hang; tough, noble, ancient. Unblemished, generous skins shield their inner flesh.

Acerbic, sweet.

They wait. 

Grapefruit by John Allert