Recorded: Tuesday 15th September, 2026
Location: Madeira, Portugal
Sponsor: Notes Running
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Poem:
A year later
The fig tree looks stronger,
it has overtaken the toolshed
and reaches far, talking to the sweet potatoes.
Old man, he shuffles with his scissors
A full bucket of grapes
His son tells me he could go forever
I'm sure the sweet green figs will sustain him.
Old lady, she makes me smile talking about sugar
She prepared dessert earlier
Her heart has been shaky
But the fig tree gives her something to do
My love, Her first visit to the island
The table below the unripened fruit is dusty
I wrote many pages there, staring at the ocean
I'm sure the fig tree remembers
The poet, he has returned once again.
Reminded of a simple life below the mountain
He nees more time in the sun,
For now, He'll share fresh figs in the shade.
