TerriJo James

Rookie - 0 Points (New Hartford, New York (suburb of Utica))

Island Of Paradise - Poem by TerriJo James

On a windy, skinny paved road
To and from each day I pass
Knowing not the neighbors that live there;
Knowing not their language,
He speaks.
A man, golden aged,
Flags me down outside his house.
In his hand,
A bag of lemons from a tree he owns...
More than 20;
Maybe 30.
I back up to see what he wants...
A gift;
Purely a gift.
Lemons!
'Efaristo Poli!
I say, politely
As he walks away to his house.
'Efaristo Poli!
A Sicilian man gifted with
The gift of love.

1998


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012



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