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,
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;
I back up to see what he wants...
Purely a gift.
I say, politely
As he walks away to his house.
A Sicilian man gifted with
The gift of love.
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