when the mangoes ripen,
when the blackberries are ready to be juiced
when the air is thick with the smell of tender pawpaws
when the children ran home bathed in sticky passion fruit
when the strawberries are as thick on the ground as blood
when the orchards are overflowing with succulent oranges
when the banana trees hang low, laden with their sweet burden
Wake me up when I am home.
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