I dream of tangerines
sweet with summer
how I will wait
sweet with summer
how I will wait
for the right moment
to touch, peel them
with reverence
their flesh like that
of a new beloved
still secret
still secret
our meeting--kisses
sluicing nectarine
in blessing
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Pic: Geese on the banks of the Red Cedar. I thought there was something very balletic about their pose...
5 comments:
love the poem!
Personally dreading goose season-- the poop!
Well done.
Sarah--I feel our mallards and geese spent the winter here instead of migrating because it was fairly mild. (Yes, there's been a lot of poop.)
Gillian--Thanks!
I was wondering what Sarah meant by "goose season" since they're in my town all year round and we live close to one another! So much poop everywhere! My dog just can't resist it.
We bought a giant bag of mandarin oranges from Costco the last time we went (they were good!) and it made me really excited for summer when I can get all the fruit I want!
Engie--that's a mystery. Perhaps they stay in your town because of your river?
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