Tangerines and apricots,

stacked one atop the other

in grandmother’s glass bowl,

filled to the rim

with memories.

There was a time

when food brought peace,

siblings and cousins sat together,

juice dripping about their day,

their dreams.

Everything fit close,

like tangerines and apricots

nestled in a crystal pedestal,

perfectly snug

and safe

from all but prying fingers

of time. Time comes for those

safe and snug, bound

by daisy chains and pinky-swear

-secrets.

But even those spoil,

not that they were ever told,

rather they became a part

of the past, one siblings and cousins

rarely remember.

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