THREE FIGS
Direct from the store on a hot July morning
you bound brilliant and sunny through the front door
in your hands
three green plump figs
wrapped in leaves
the first of the season
brought into the grocery store from a neighbor’s tree
It’s still too soon for our backyard tree
to bear its large purple figs we will pick in September
You in the yellow Italian soccer shirt, I in the matching blue
delighted with the figs and each other
we laugh as though we still were the teenagers
we were when we first met
You say
as long as we are together
we will always be fifteen
It is high summer now in a light filled dining room
we savor and share three green figs on two china plates.
Reprinted by permission of Maria Fama
Bio of Maria Fama’
Maria Fama’ lives and works in Philadelphia. She is the author of four books of poetry. Her most recent book, Looking for Cover, was published by Bordighera Press.
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