Nov 132013
 
Fleshly fruits fatten unpicked
In the rattling trees, a little
Dusty in a stumbling summer day
Too dryly severe and savage 
To dance naked at naked noon.

Noon had come upon us, an oppressor
Pressing our red feet into the creek,
Ankles crossed under crossing waters,
Eyes lampblack squibs beneath a brim
Of straw--slugs beneath a wet, lifted rock.

Night rouses us, streaming out together
Barefoot over the uncut ragweed,
Loving only barren moon and cool orchard
In the unrehearsed dark.  Nothing
To think about there as we stand

Together, ripening.

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