At The Vales At Noon Poem by Josh Alfred
At The Vales At Noon
At noon
I Plucked a fruit
Quenched a thirst
Dipped my face in
Tenderness crunched
At noon
Put back at root
A return to first
With an elated grin
I ate, I munched.
At noon,
The tree was bent
So I could pick with room
The fruits all grown well
Grasping arms, air.
At noon,
Fruits filled with scent
The tree did bloom
Holding onto smell
Vales of peaches and pears.
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