Dessert

Dusk had turned into a deep dark blue
on the night of the new moon
and three friends were speaking softly
and slowly
and finishing their evening meal
while crickets sang
around the outdoor kitchen

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Thoomp!

A passion fruit fell
from its vine high up in a tamarind tree
and landed with a soft thud
somewhere in the dark below

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Thoomp!

That’s two

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They waited a bit longer,
and when it seemed
that no more would fall,
Thoomp!

And then one of the friends took some light
and went to find dessert

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Mmm!
Sweet

Mmm!
Divine

Mmm!
They’re especially delicious
right after they fall

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