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What Kind Of Fruit

Teenagers, if asked
would say something with
tough skin, pebbled
as an orange.
But they are not.
Even in the dailiness
of our lives together
we —well, I
need Reminders.
Not oranges.
Not even apples.
They are more like pears
tart or sweet or mealy
yellow, brown, red
the one constant is
they bruise as easily as
a teenager’s heart.

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