Poem: September

it rolls around / like / the everything cold /
rolls off my tongue / my teeth / the sharp / wind
/ winter’s chill / my heart numb / from you.

never did / anything seem dying / like you
but I stood there / anyway.
Stood to / drink / it in without / using my hands / but
/ they were tied / and all around me / I saw / only
trees.

and on / those trees kiwis / were growing /
and melons / and mangoes and / tomatoes.
I thought / tomatoes don’t grow / on trees /
but they were / there / growing.

And boats / were there / green boats on / blue / grass.
boats bringing / people to the / trees / to eat /
the kiwis / and the melons / and the mangoes and / the tomatoes.
the / juicy red tomatoes / that should / not / have grown
but grew / anyway.

And the / people / with bags on their / shoulders / ran to the
trees / and plucked the / kiwis / and the melons / and the mangoes and
the tomatoes / right from / the trees / peeling them / open /
cracking into / the / fruit / tearing the orange / and green /
and red / flesh from the rind / the juice / running /
down their chins.

You were there / with a bag / on your shoulder / and with
a kiwi / in each / hand / the juice / especially juicy / between
your fingers / and you / smiled / at me / and I just / had to
laugh / between your / teeth a kiwi seed.