Marang, Marang, Marang,
Remind me my love of the fruit that stung
Our nostrils, left in the heat, what we
Didn’t eat, filled the car and house with
A pungent, fuel like reek, caused us to seek
Immediate relief in the ocean
Air canteen just down the street.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Fragments No. 5 - This one from my small green “Memoranda” notebook dated April 20, 2017
- Category: Love
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Good write Gary.
Thank you Orchidee!
worded so immersive, marang is indeed such an odd fruit, beyond its rather 'exotic' smell, is just the amount of flesh there is to consume and your really don't want 'to put some away for later', because then your whole fridge will be scented 'exotic' for a week, lol
I really like it when memory's are evoked and inspired by such specific details of a general occasion or experience,
makes the read much more relatable I think
Thank you L.B. Nice to run into fellow connoisseur of exotic tropical fruits! My wife will begging to know your impressions of Durian fruit?
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