Images of Childhood
Memory like a stream flows into my consciousness
already saturated with vivid imageries
from a shirtless barefooted childhood
like canvass to the painter
my strokes are the broad recollections of
a once peaceful past...
the boy armed with a penknife
and an ample zeal to assuage his thirst
I see gleeful eyes on my climb up
the grove of orange trees festoned
with countless ripened fruits
as I pranced about in the frenzy of choosing
which to pick first...
I could hear the juicy contenment of my belly and heaving...
the signal for the artful descent to earth.
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