Guava treeA Poem by Ruby Isabel Sandoval
Guava tree
By the empty chicken coop Peeking through a stack Of rust eaten cages, I push my palms to the trunk. We remember Uncle Andy Sitting under it, stitching up The slashed belly of a Quiet rooster, immersed In the sweet stink of Rotten guavas and chicken s**t, Smashed together in the dirt. Now, I pull a ripe Guava From a hesitant branch The tang of childhood Runs sticky down my chin © 2011 Ruby Isabel Sandoval |
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Added on August 8, 2011 Last Updated on August 8, 2011 AuthorRuby Isabel SandovalBrookfield, ILAboutI'm an aspiring poet and librarian. I love writing and painting. more..Writing
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