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How the Loquats Came to Suzhou

by Kathleen Wilson



It has long been forgotten when,

and taken for granted

that one morning, a golden surplus

was delivered to Suzhou.



Rolling in nuggets wildly down lanes,

it sunk into gardens,

and was eventually absorbed

as a heightened general glow.



That's why now each spring,

colorfully clothed villagers

set up tables close together,

on every turn, in front of their houses,



piled high

with identical overflowing baskets.

confident

in the unlimited appeal.



Now the conversations

on the touring boats get louder.

They've moved the tables

into the inside decks during the night.



Leisurely peeling,

we float together off the Suzhou coast

luscious, sweet, exposing

our dark, gem-like seeds.

12/24/2009

Author's Note: Published, Astarte Journal, an eZine, whuch foucuses on modern legends.12/09

Posted on 12/24/2009
Copyright © 2017 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/24/09 at 08:35 PM

... I loved the word choice and useage.....

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/24/09 at 08:56 PM

...beautiful...and they have a short season, a wonderful plant, ancient, healing, prized...as your verses. Thanks.

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