Monday, April 19, 2004

Some of the harbinger of warm weather fruits are available at the grocery store. I've been getting drunk on strawberry juice daily now. And this is just a taste of what's to come...


A mouthful of language to swallow:
stretches of beach, sweet clinches,
breaches in walls, bleached branches;
britches hauled over haunches;
hunches leeches, wrenched teachers.

What English can do: ransack
the warmth that chuckles beneath
fuzzed surfaces, smooth velvet
richness, splashy juices.
I beseech you, peach,
clench me into the sweetness
of your reaches.

-Peter Davison

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