When we were young
We treasure hunted
Under plum trees
For what our arms
Couldn’t reach,
Our joy ripening
As we picked
Amongst the mushy
Multitude strewn
Across the grass
Like maimed soldiers,
Tossing them
Over our shoulders,
Squished between our toes
With disgusted delight.
Until found is the prize
Held up like a
Sapphire in the sky
And in seconds devoured,
Pure happiness spoiled
As soon as the juicy
Flavor subsides.
Edward Valladao is a writer from California.
Tiffany Grimm is a library assistant with Manatee Libraries. New to Florida, she's enjoying the sun, lizards, and books. She is currently working on a Masters degree in Library Sciences. This is her debut art publication.