Ode to a Pear

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Ode to a pear

Venus rustic,
buddha seated,
bottomly knob,
overturned
not hardly —

who’s to say
your ripening,
still on the sill,
ponderously
unburdened,

all sweet pale,
by a window glazed,
till just tooth
tender, into
a perfection of age

awe-full-y to
decay approaching,
nearly one day
fluid, fermented —

who is to say that then
just before that end
you are not
the fruit
of all
most choice,
delectably
surrendered?

Poetry should be heard.

Did you know that pears don't ripen on the tree? They should be picked full sized and firm, set in the fridge for a day or two to prolong them, then set out at room temperature to ripen in a few more days. Best eaten the day before starting to rot, still sweet, almost dissolved more than chewed, in a quick minute.

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