Miracle Fruit – Synsepalum dulcificum

By | 13 May 2024

We sprayed the frog when it got too dry in summer.
I touched it. Leather in heat. Silk in rain.

It peeked out from a crack between stones. In the steps
leading down to the outside laundry. Miracle fruit tree
on one side. Pink callistemon on the other.

I lay on the step, cheek to cool stone. The smell of
cement. Sometimes when I sprayed the frog, it croaked. I felt the croak
in my cheek. It was always grinning. I grinned back, sometimes.
Sideways. I practised my croak. Sometimes it would answer.

When the miracle fruits turned red we bought limes. Tahitian
if we were lucky. We cut them into wedges. Sat on the steps.
We each chose a tiny miracle fruit from the bush. Chewed
off the skin. Rolled the seed around our mouths. Then we ate
limes. So sweet. Till the acid came biting back.

I put my chin on the step and grinned a lime smile at the frog.
The frog croaked. Rain began to fall.

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