The body ripens like a fruit then rots,
and first its ripening, then its decay,
is amplified and looming in your thoughts,
and as you age you wish you could delay
the rotting and extend the ripening,
but nature in the end will have its way,
and you must face the rot time will bring,
despite your effort keeping it at bay.
But in the body fruit there is a seed,
released when decomposing is all done,
an inner core, an essence that’s unseen,
whose life of fruitfulness has just begun.
With rotting fruit you might identify,
but you’re the seed, unfurling to the sky.


Mario A. Pita

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