| Stalk:Sorry.
Once the dirt
loved me,
held me tight
Anyone hear?
I’ve grown colorless
transparent
trying to trace
how. Once there
was a pattern,
I’m sure of it
I remember
feeling
succulent
My neighbors—
rose and blue
flourishes
Communion
My fruit hung
like jewelry
heavy gold
treasure
What I would give
Already have
Dirt nods at me
indifferent
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Gleaner:beyond
death
means
through
death—
brushing up
again
stsustenance
dangles
opalescent
dulls in my hand
hitchhiker
taker
solid ration of life
time pocketed
I harvest
arrival
in every fruit
a seed
the resurrection
I hasten
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Fruit:The Point
of Everything.
The globular
handfulFull
too bloody bursting—
a word
just one?
in all this pulp
and juice!
sweet wet
ogling
gobbling
My purple
blush
mouthing
Glorious
sun’s Son
Beloved
of earth
rain’s
Progeny
skin stretched
Kick away from the stalk!
I kick away
Tender busy
thrumming
Hum hum
and dream
Stars falling
falling all around
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