No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne.

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FRUIT IN SEASON 3: IN AUTUMN I TAKE UP MY KNIFE

The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,
the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.

© 2009, Miriam Wei Wei Lo

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