Light upon two children crouching,
Bellies full to bust and juice dried on finger tips,
The expert of discovery.
I am a botanist.
Turning leaves and making notes.
“It’s the smallest shrubs that house the biggest fruit.”
Laughing as we roll down aisles,
And parental guidance falls away.
Run hard – faces like the fruit we find; We are still so young and ripe.
We eat them whole the leaves and all and smile through strawberry covered teeth.
We then played cards all afternoon and in the darkness fell asleep.