Painting: Aziz Alshayeb, Name the Color, 2012.
Fruit Worth Tasting
by: Samuel D. Huntington
Oaken firmness planted the day
When mists crept dismal,
Hiding shadow;
Baking rays cut the haze
Praising
Medicines of different hours
Erasing walls between cyclical acts
Roots
Tender and remedial
Stretch love
Among tubers under grass
Feeding, breathing, storing;
Increasing in preparation
To courteously declare good night to mere loathing;
Maladies, melodies, still the conversation
Converting looking-glass seeming
To real thing clarifying-
Faint boot prints outlining style;
Wit and piano lessons playing,
Playing interpreter to winter moons
And whale-song moans.
Medicine-fruit sails around the room
In language lightships while
Complaining distant echoes
Bloom and bud in cacophonous cackles.