Florida on a New England Winter Day
This granite gray day is encased in ice.
Trees turn away, ashamed of their nakedness.
Winter landscape is erased by this fruit,
round, plump, dimpled. I dig my thumbs
deep into its navel and rip it open–
an explosion of sunshine.
Drops of amber nectar puddle onto the plate
as I finger out seeds, bring a gauze covered
segment into my mouth, let it rest
on my tongue then suck out
its heat, its humidity, its sun, its picker
standing on a ladder, plucking it off a tree
in some Florida orange grove.
Bonnie Enes of Bloomfield is a poet whose work has appeared in several anthologies and magazines.
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