Tag: fruit

• Here’s another section from Fragment…

  and our time is up so please throw the book mark away and reabsorb the book the queue for rebriefing will be on your right and the airlock two doors down on the left and you may enter there if you have the proper stamp but no we haven’t always been so formal you know back when the place was run by the gazelles there were trees growing in all the courtyards and curious snakes and lemurs feasting on the various fruits that dropped all year round while we learned the vocabulary if not the grammar of the mighty river

  November 3, 2023

  airlock, book, fragment, fruit, gazelles, grammar, lemurs, river, stamp, trees, vocabulary

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• A Note on A.T.’s Poem to A.H.H.

  I
  I too long for a bright future
  	Where our old wounds might melt into
  	Soft warm light. Though I know so few
  With the gentle-fierce faith of your
  
  Heart and hand. So, despite the cut,
  	Would the gloom pass faster when he
  	Fell unripe, unred, though heavy
  With sweetness almost tasted but
  
  Lost? Or as he drifted, to see
  	Your grey friend blindly gobble down
  	Rotten fruit from a rotten clown,
  Praise a pain that keeps him unfree,
  
  With no thought or will for escape?
  	His garden, once green, now full
  	Of wild slugs and brown waste. So pull
  The bandage off, put on your cape
  
  And fly through the storm. Say then, please, 
  	Who held on to their brave ideal
  	Or with dull eyes were ground to meal?
  I wait but hear only the breeze.
  
  II
  We pose and hope those we don’t know
  	Will learn and sing our name. One day
  	Hordes of them may happily pay
  For our fancy cookies. Let’s go
  
  Another way. Past this small verse
  	The world burns, of course, and the greed
  	For new cargo, which never freed
  Anyone, lingers like a curse
  
  We won’t shake. So, would it be best
  	To play the bee and drone away
  	The painful with the pleasant day,
  And wait for some sweet someday rest?
  
  III
  A fly tries its luck on the wide
  	Patio door and buzzing does
  	It again. Unconcerned with was
  It feels a freedom just outside
  
  Of reach and reaches. When our friend
  	Hits the glass, open up and let
  	It pass outside. Why get upset
  That the trip together must end?
  
  Maybe I’m reaching too far now,
  	Smudging with soiled fingers what I
  	Know little about, but this fly,
  Unstoppable, teaches me how
  
  To move about the house and sing
  	A little song; maybe enough
  	To justify this cloudy fluff
  And shine a somewhat tarnished thing.

  August 7, 2023

  bee, breeze, clown, cookies, fingers, fly, fruit, light, pain, patio, rhyme, sing, wounds

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• Sonnet

  having made peace with the rocks that
  I call shoes, grown accustomed to
  the furry creatures living in
  my sinuses and the shows they
  watch into the deep oven night

  I watch one fork of lightning free
  the tree that dropped only small sour
  fruit, and return to arranging
  oyster shells to resemble a
  wave and ask is this the dream it’s

  so quiet here it’s hard to hear
  the song of my empty stomach
  or the rattle of the bones of
  the dead like pills stuck in my throat

  June 16, 2023

  bones, creatures, dream, fruit, lightning, night, oyster shells, pills, rocks, shoes, sinuses, stomach, throat, tree

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• still searching for the new sound for so long that the trees we planted in the wild days have made it to the other side of the desert and at night we hear heavy fruit drop sonorous into still water but this is not enough there is still a hair unreachable in the throat in the morning we find the ruins of another city it must have been spectacular with those stones in the sky

  July 27, 2022

  city, desert, fruit, sound, stones, trees, water

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• which keeps its distance in service to a slowly unfolding melody that the sweetness of late fruit seems to say even this wind not like the wind when

  August 16, 2020

  fruit, melody, wind

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