Happy National Poetry Month

In celebration of National Poetry Month I encourage you to subscribe to Poem-A-Day from The Academy of American Poets.

And to start the month off here is a poem of my own:

Organic Pears

We loved each other like pears
bought at a farmers market--

Two dollars for two and a half pounds
but too hard to enjoy.

Left unattended, the pears
ripen unevenly.

The top layer stays green, firm,
each fruit sheltering seeds.

Deep in the middle of the crate
the pears are tender,

and the juice will flow down
our chins with one bite.

At the bottom the pears rot,
bruised from the weight of the rest.

The pears in the deepest corners mold
to the hard right angles of the crate

their black skin peeling
and cracking with fruit flies.