by Jean McCallion
Ontario, Canada


Tentatively a woman squeezes
a melon and looks up at the man
at her side to assess need,
gauge weight, press for ripeness.

I am leaning close to the stand,
observe how well they talk together:
it is easy and so very simple -
two persons communicating ...

And then all I want to do
is find you not missing;
smiling, call out to you
over in another aisle,

"Come, see, consider, compare,
see the piled up, ripe melons;
this is a special Eden day,
let us buy, let us eat, let us share."


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[NOTE: Tower Poetry 52#1 is out of print]