Comice pears - Bill Denham

Larry Robinson Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Sun Sep 25 07:26:08 PDT 2016


Comice pears
            ripe to the very edge of ripeness,
            are perhaps god’s greatest gift
            or so it seems when I slice one
            down the middle, quarter it, seed it
            and bite into its soft fullness
            and savor the sweet juices
            some of which always, without fail,
            drip past my lips or down my fingers
            waiting, then, to be licked
            that none of this gift
            might go unused.
 
If this, then, is god made flesh,
            who is satan
            if not my fear?
 
	- Bill Denham





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