Thursday, October 10, 2013

October Pear (Poem 191)

Better than I ever thought it could be:
fat and bottom-heavy, acid green

tinged with unexpected flush of roses,
freckles, indentations darkening--

Perched and growing juicy on the sill,
until I pluck it off and slice it open,

juice running like honey down my knife...
Delaying that first taste for just a moment,

anticipating that burst of delight
when I become last summer with one bite.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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