Bite into the Verse

A fresh poem, just off the tree,
with pauses as a crisp as the last
apple of an abundant season,

clauses as rich as a mango at 
its manifest destination, diction
as frictionless as a strawberry 

at first light on June's first 
cloudless day, mouthfeel as 
fleshy as a brisk avocado in

chartreuse abeyance, a poem
whose seeds are scattered 
across the meadows and the

forest in the bear scat borne
by your eyes, digested for 
many others.