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Fatted Fig
by Dan Linn
Market mango caught my eye, it seemed really ready,
Thailand baby coconut promise water sweetly milky.
Tomatoes come in rainbow colors from the garden,
apples great numbers may leave branches broken.
I water herb and flower and plan future summer.
dreams of ripe melons, plump pumpkins predict winter,
I lopped the tips of rose hips lingering on bush,
and clear away the leaves that once were lush.
Then while admiring what this year my son had done
I secretly sprayed the cat wet with surprise water gun,
Fatted fig cut down middle spread pulp and seeds,
and I imagine you, love, after the harvest of our needs.
08/07/2013 Author's Note: Not just about fruit.
Posted on 08/08/2013
Copyright © 2024 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/08/13 at 06:39 PM Either way, I really enjoyed this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/10/13 at 01:55 AM Much grown, tended, and harvested here. A very rich scene. Thank you. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 08/11/13 at 06:13 PM This season of light and spirit, fed on garden hose rainbows and desultory dallying with ripe fruit, is true to every errant impulse of delight, and nourishes joy. I want to get lost in this garden, Danny. TY for the write. lk |
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