Remembering the days of innocence

a time for simplicity and ease.

No concerns by phone, no text needing a reply.


Thoughts of picking up a stalk of sugar cane

freshly fallen from an overloaded truck.

Fearing not germs or infestation,

the cane taken to my mouth.

Sweetness almost unbearable,

the goo leaking from the side.

The rest of the journey consumed with bliss,

romancing that stick of nectar.

I do remember you.


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