pecans
2.19.2007

as a child
i loved pecans

large juicy crips
that melted in
my mouth
and could be baked
into my fathers pie

one day we visited
a plantation with

rows upon
rows upon
rows upon
trees
with little brown
shells littering
the ground

at age seven i
asked him what
they were
and he said
"pecans"

i stared in
wonderment and
tried to break it
first with fingers
then teeth and
shoes before coming
across a stone

and i pried it open
searching with dirty
fingers and pried out
the soft meat and
it was so wonderful
and i ate so many
they made me sick

but still i
went home
satisfied