Friday, December 23, 2005

poem in progress

"fig tree"

you look like any other tree      but your fruit
lopping off
thick root branches
big pendulous earrings
like giant green rocks
      not yet ripe
      for plucking

leaves that could belong to other trees
    (in tree comparison surveys
not particular
but in growth    exceeding all others
in tunnels
in curves

taciturn conversationalists

I picked four and hid them in my purse
brought them to Canada
turned them with flour and sugar

There were at least a dozen round examples
                                                                   of our love

and I ate them all


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