consumed by the poem (rare fruit)

he stepped
into the orchard
where the rays of the sun
fell on him
like a honeyed stream

a daze of light

flowers
full on the boughs
a bent invitation
seeking
with a touch
to pollinate him

fruit
strange fruit
everywhere
all around him

the one he brushed
with a finger
shone
a glow
then came away
in his hand

fruit
this strange
rare fruit

while he held it
on the palm of a hand
consumed him

~

Poem #456 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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