When i build my own

The first time

she come

to his family home

he say,

when I build my own

I want to

pick fruits from

the veranda;

eye to eye

with a grap of jelly,

shake hands with

a bluggo leaf,

cup with two palms

papaya ripening,

watch the Beffi mango

grow ripe with loveliness

then listen

to the

dupe dupe of it falling;

stretch for the bergamot citrus

make juice


and evening





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