Summer glows

in the produce aisle

where oranges,

ripe with sun,

pile warm days

on happy laughter

 

They roll,

solid and plump,

into your hands.

 

You breathe

in the piquancy

of memory.

 

Ah, summer:

Ripe, sweet

And juicy.

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