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And raise a spoon for me. <br>
And raise a spoon for me. <br>


:: For Randa
::''For my sister Randa, in these times of isolation''.
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Revision as of 13:26, 4 April 2020

The Old Feijoa Trees

’Twas how my love started
Atop those twinned feijoa trees.
From azure sky
Onto my head,
Felled by the nor’west breeze:
This little pouch
A dun green pod
Rotund about its waist —
I ate my fill of nect’rous flesh
With all unseemly haste.
I ate them here;
I ate them there;
I downed them by the carton.
I spent three days in quarantine
They couldn’t stop me fart’n.

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I roamed the world,
The seven seas
For thirty years I wandered.
Far from those feijoa trees
This errant lad absconded.
The souks of old Morocco —
I saw the Pope in Rome:
And from his bridge in Avignon
I sent a letter home.
An aerogramme, in pea-green ink,
Addressed to my dear friend
Passing news, telling tales, and
I scribbled at the end:
“Dear Master, I
Through low and high
And middle navigated —
But never found a fruit like that
I quite so highly rated.”

So, dear friend, for old times’ sake,
If you should pass those trees
Harvest some fejoia fruit
And raise a spoon for me.

For my sister Randa, in these times of isolation.
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For those spontaneous campfire moments.

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