Sweetgrass baskets spill into the street
midday, summer, light falling over soft
handles, green weaved over burnt yellow
rays running in between the grooves
in the cobblestones.
At supper, the basket invades
the table, sashaying among pinot,
whipped butter, filet mignon, bearing
bread and biscuits and grissini.
Savagely we reap its doughy sweetness,
teeth sinking into floury flesh,
grass left dormant
and browning, a husk:
arid, devoured.
YOU ARE READING
an ode to the moon and her galaxies - a poetry collection
Şiirpoetry anthology in which a girl reaches to retrieve her relationship with her father, pass over a family member's suicide, and loves a boy.
