![]() The Fruit BowlA Poem by willmjspencerDark mahogany wood slats, all carved perfectly upward. “Hand made from Thailand" right next to the [$19.95]. Chosen fruit carefully selected, down to the last detail. Apples, ripe, red, Okanagan grown, waiting to be picked. Oranges, supple, Californian, transported by the navel. Kiwis, lush, New Zealand, dripping juice from distant place. Plums, Damson, purple hue, dancing across the Med. Limes, key green, sour, found in Persia to Mexico to table. Mangoes, tropical, far flung, from the Phillipines. Peaches, fuzzy, BC valley via Tarim Basin, cozy in the bowl. All pieces working together to create and satiate. Nothing more. If only I were as travelled and accepting as that fruit bowl.
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Added on November 22, 2017 Last Updated on March 15, 2018 Author
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