She brought me a cardboard square
from the farmer’s market—
fruit box with a wire handle.
I had wanted it for some other
purpose: desk caddy, mail sorter,
if only for the ghosts of pear
or peach or apple. Mellow skins,
stippled rinds of citrus
—ripe summer smells
teetering on the edge of fall.
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