I can taste the years
            transcribed as fruit
          bites of indulgence
      bursting with what was.

I chew on them in restless moments
              squeezing out every ounce
        yet still
    those faded flavors
taste ever sweeter.

What will today taste like
              once devoured
                        digested
            sewn in my mind
        to sprout, bud and flower?

Have I nourished this fruit to flourish… or sour?