Friday, June 04, 2010

Post Summer Harvest

fruits of crimson and leaves of green,
autumn warmth, sugar and plump
meet with buddha cheeks of harvest
round date earrings, tender and light
nectarine blush with pomegranate lipstick,
pick them like coquette pears, folds of a dress
elle se maquille dans le jardin
mother's garden, her dwelling-place,
somewhere in downtown, 
"Do you know the way to San Jose..."

in the Japanese neighborhood, in the backyard, 

sunlit smells of French monasteries and rivers
inside and outside, 
not so far away, 

tells the secret of the stomach

tells the secret of your heart 

bags full of grace, fruits of labor
touch you like my mother's smile in the cool shade.

By Mai Brehaut

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