Unloading the Mirabelles
was not too hard--
their trees so full--
hours staring at the swirl
steaming, stirring it up
every now and then,
scared if it would boil over
onto the clean parts
of the stove--
while I thought of my parents,
so young and always ready
to go fishing, camping, and dancing
fifty years ago,
and now our talking.
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