pomegranates
"would you walk across the sea
just to come and talk to me?"-- the softies
pomegranates in new york
are often red on the outside
white on the inside
nothing like the
pomegranates at home
where the blood red juice
breaks through the white
membrane
and each seed sparkles
like a sweet, joyous ruby
the new york fruit speaks
to me,
asks
why do you keep buying
these rotten things,
cracking them open
only to be disappointed?
at home
you had a tree.
mirrors
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