Lilikoi Moments
Backyard vines crawl up the
fence, the plumeria tree,
and eventually reach
the balcony bars.
Dad is waiting for a perfectly ripe
lilikoi to grow there so he can
breathe in the sunshine
swallow a spoonful of the sour delicate seeds
enjoy it
just a few steps from his bed--
a instagram worthy moment.
But for now,
we pick the lilikoi growing below.
Grab that spot of yellow,
collect the sticky fallen fruit,
weaving, ducking under vines,
feet crunch crunching the dry plumeria leaves
and sinking into the unmowed grass that
tickles our ankles, and
enjoy it.
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