Fruit Stand
He holds the world
in the palm of his hand
turning it over and over
in his mind
inhaling the aroma
of warm damp mornings
in the southern sun
breathing in the crisp
mountain orchard air
the smell of earthy Midwest loam
and the tropical rains that make yellow
He holds the world
turning it over and over
on his tongue as
the taste runs
in rivulets down his wrist
to the cuff of his
white city shirt
to stain
a reminder
of the world
he now consumes.
KLK 5/31/00