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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