fruit stand still-chill air
kisses visitors
from tropic climes
sun will grace
your face, just not yet
perhaps you ventured out too soon –
returned a week too early?
by noon, the air will no longer bite
but by then –
your too ripe,
too colorful
gems of summer
will be gone
left with frost
yet on their stems
Happy Poem In Your Pocket Day, Eric!
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