Beneath
A Cherry Moon
silk-birds-of-paradise
and caladiums form
an arranged illusion
of tropical bliss
reflected on a glass
coffee table
photos on the wall
in uneven groupings
endure forced smiles
and lost youth
a knock at the door
jars me to consciousness
I shed the melancholy cocoon
I just began to spin
a man greets me
balancing
a large basket in one hand
and a clip board in the other
ev'nin ma'am, he says
with a southern gentleman's charm
and asks me to sign here
back inside,
I open the gift-basket
and read the contents:
bosc pears, cherry moon
red pears, Fuji apple,
jelly candies, honey roasted almonds
dark chocolate with coconut center
chocolate biscotti, cashew brittle
and pistachio's
a bit of euphoria comes
with just reading the contents card
I fantasize what it would
be like to make love
beneath a cherry moon,
or visit the slopes of Fuji
the sweetness
of the forbidden apple
fresh upon my tongue
who would ever think that dreams
can be delivered in a basket
