Alexandra Papatsoris

Purple Grapes

I remember green vines of sweetly tart purple grapes
dangling from the structure
My bare feet leaping off the rocky ground
to pluck round angel hair soft fruit
From the leafy jungle of vines
into my craving mouth
I remember chilly grey stones
in the patio
Cracks like cliffs in the stones
Were sanctuaries for moist rich moss




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