FLIRTATION
After
all, there’s no need
to
say anything
at
first. An orange, peeled
and
quartered, flares
like
a tulip on a wedgwood plate.
Anything
can happen.
Outside
the sun
has
rolled up her rugs
and
night strewn salt
across
the sky. My heart
is
humming a tune
I
haven’t heard in years!
Quiet’s
cool flesh—
let’s
sniff and eat it.
There
are ways
to
make of the moment
a
topiary
so
the pleasure’s in
walking
through.
Source
of the text – Rita Dove, Museum. Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon Press, 1992, p.
70.
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