In the fruit bowl

Tomorrow unwinds itself
on the tomato vine, redder
than yesterday but still
not as juicy if I could just
wait another day.

Patience tastes sour
on my tongue —lemon juice
forcing a pucker on my lips —
and while the days
pile up like fruit in a fruit bowl

I still turn to you to replace
my sour face
with something sweeter,
strawberry juice
on the corner of my mouth.


© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott

Mish hosts at dVerse today and invites us to think outside of the fruit bowl.

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

28 thoughts on “In the fruit bowl

  1. This is absolutely stellar writing, Philip 🙂 especially resonate with; “Patience tastes sour on my tongue —lemon juice
    forcing a pucker on my lips.”💝💝

    Liked by 1 person

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