Sentient Pear

From Under the Pages


seated on a rope spool

around the small family table

i was offered something special.

green and oval

like an avocado, but, with scales.

dragon pear.

i stared in wonder. papa with great panache,

and a paring knife, demonstrated ever so precisely

the flaying and vivisection

of this most noble fruit.

i see

pink, like watermelon,

tangy sweetness, like a strawberry,

but not …

perfume for the tongue, atomized

into evanescence.

ambrosia. undefinable; no reference point.

big back eyes that were seeds, staring back innocently.

cooling and green, like nectar from a melon

forming a long rivulet that dripped off my chin.

that was before computers.

today I looked up cherimoya on wikipedia:

“although the cherimoya cannot stand snow,

it does like to see it in the distance.”

Snowy Peak(See to participate!)

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Author: Writewireless

I am a thinker, educator, and writer, who teaches English, French, design, and career skills. My articles and posts about being human, teaching, careers, parenting, travel, and world affairs have been published in various newsletters, websites, and blogs. I currently teach and inspire young people to write and to explore the world.

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