Tagged: fruits

maybe we all long

maybe we all long
to understand the distances
between our mutual

universes – like fruits looking
yonder on an adjacent frond
.
20210618:1856
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to the bunny in

to the bunny in
the backyard, our grass is your
grass, so stop eyeing

the veggies and fruits of our
labor, grown from twice stolen land
.
20210617:2027
y

we stock our freezer

we stock our freezer
with summer berries for an
uncertain winter,

tucking them into october,
november, sliced into weeks
.
20201113:2041
y

i am delicately

i am delicately
peeling into
this memory i have
of you – how we
rarely had
lychees
in our youth
unless
you were visiting –
maybe you’d carry
with you only
a small bag of
the sweet fruits,
and still, it was
up to us
to peel away
the tough outer
layer, past the inner
membrane,
to get to
the unforgettable
part, the stuff
of memories
.
20171122:2005
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the method to

the method to
picking blackberries
and the pace
at which you
move right along
those tumbling
bushes
rely on
knowing exactly
whom you are up
against: rabbits,
the occasional
deer, and – depending
on the time of
day, more or less
worrisome –
the neighbors’ kids
.
20111129:0818
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the berries have been

sunday mornings at the ritz, castro

sunday mornings at the ritz, castro
is the master chemist, and we are all
spellbound as he changes our own
chemistries just a bit, with a dash
of color and a flask of charisma
.
20111107:0827
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we still meet

we still meet
under
the twin
mulberry trees,
bedsheets
ready, pulled
taut, as laughter
shakes
down
the ripest
fruits

the way only
weightlessness
can do
.
20110515:1954
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in between what we

in between what we
say and do not
say, there are weighty
ellipses nearly
bursting underneath
all that
composure
,
and flourishing
commas ready to carve
into each ripened
pause. and still,
we pretend that
we have little
to do with the
delivery – we merely
bend the branches
and allow each other
to pick the fruits
.
20100909:2331
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