Fruit

Two crows fly in tandem

like double vision

till their landing,

geese speak like hinges creaking,

and run when chased,

reluctant to take flight

I wrap my mind around the whole day —

there may be tricks of light

but reality rests in every plane,

on every surface,

heavy like ripe fruit

ready to drop to my touch,

ready to be tasted.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 27, 2018