The Fruit Bowl

Liz Rosenberg

StrawberryThe freckle-faced one who smells like heaven Lemon

Bright as

the dawn,

but

the taste

– don’t me

ntion it

Banana

Crescent moon

zipped snug in i

ts skin

PearA fruit guitarwhose music is nectar

Pomegranate

A hive of ga

rnets

inside the r

ed lantern

Cherries

Life cou

ld do wo

rse

than to

be a bow

l of the

se

Grapes

Small ex

plosions

hung

from a t

wiggy sk

eleton

PeachThe soft skin fuzzy, thin;like the skin of old women

Blueberries

Blue as the dusk,

flavor of musk