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Doing this pleased us all the more because it was forbidden

— Augustine

The truth of the descending sun’s rays slants

over glowing hills & growing crops

radiates warmth along the flagstone walk

across the yard Orange light fills

the town in an instant spills over rooftops

& the stone wall that separates my father’s orchard

from that of distant neighbours The beams fall

on a pear tree that bends under the weight of fruit

& I have no hunger except to flout the absolute

restriction there before me

Who’s to say I can’t scale the wall & nibble a pear

gorge myself till I’m past full or splatter them there?

The round-bottomed orbs are vulnerable

& the raucous call of my scoundrel friends