blur of green
and red
and blue
smells i remember
from a carefree childhood
where we'd run through the orchard
and squeal with delight
for not even imaginary monsters
could out run our flight
victory was ours
as we reached the finish line
where rows of apples, peaches
and blueberries waited
for tiny mouths to call "mine"
by Monica
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