Without a word he pressed the fruit into my hands,
covering them with his own, punctuated by a squeeze
and shiny eyes.
The strong, sweet smell remained on my skin for hours,
thick, like a memory.
This gift was presented as if it was a pocketful of gold
-Only better, knowing the intensity by which
it was given,
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico
Linda Laino is an artist and teacher living in Mexico. An occasional writer and poet, she enjoys playing with words as much as form and color. Finding beautiful things on the ground is a favorite pastime. Her paintings and jewelry can be viewed at her web page www.lindalaino.com and https://www.etsy.com/shop/lindalaino. Additional essays can be found athttp://www.elephantjournal.com/?s=Linda+Laino