I have a history of sharing fruit with the kids in my neighborhood. When I was kid. In Jersey. Mostly bananas. Mostly apples. To this day I love sharing fruit. I try not being too agressive about foisting fuyu persimmons on acquaintences. Although I am always pleased to the core when someone takes and eats and says thanks. And in my heart-of-heart, that one would accept another fuyu.
And this, exacly, how I write a poem. And why.