Toward the Mountain, Toward the Sea
The weight of roadside glory.
Cherimoya, rambutan, star apple, poha berry.
The squish of seeds in the mouth,
The portal that connects everything to everything.
What if on every road in the world
You could read the sign,
Free Fruit.
Leave a donation if you can.
My spoon, my fruit,
To sit in the dark, listening to the waves and the dove,
In a call and response
That will persist long after we are gone.
J.P. White is an author of essays, articles, fiction, reviews, interviews, and poetry in over a hundred-fifty publications. Read more.