my dogs are like my kids
my mangoes like brothers
peaches pomegranates and
mulberries like so many
nieces and nephews that
come for a visit once a year
sorry oranges I think of
you as weak acquaintances
the tomatoes though
feel like quests i really want to
stay but always leave unexpectedly
in the middle of the night
no apologies no goodbyes
no chance for me to hug
and hold them one last time
and hide the saliva
underneath my tears
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