Uncle told us of his ranch
great old place huge jaboticaba trees
Fruit that would swallow you whole
oversweet and moorish to the tongue saliva
He had us all piled into four wheel drives
Off we went and turned up on the red clay of the farm
fat widow jaboticaba trees weighed down with fruit
too much to pick disproportional size fruit
Kids piles out by the dozen to kick dry cakey clay up
into the air then pretend to headbut but dodged instead
Pretended to joke but laughed out loud instead
and Picked the jaboticaba fruit
feeling fat and overwhelmed within twenty minutes
diarrhea and calling for their mothers
Uncle just rattled off the stats of his new ute
Not even looking up to see who was listening
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