Treasure Island

Jeffrey SpahrSummers

(01/26/60 / Colorado Springs)

four fifteen a.m.


I am preparing chicken salad
and while the meat cools
in the colander
in the pocket of the sink
I am cutting grapes
in half
another act of love
in the den
just off the kitchen
I sit with an orange bowl
in my lap a bowl
of screaming half grapes
such panic
I have never seen
I have never
witnessed this before so
I coo to them
my little green sacrifices
my offerings
I coo to them like
I do to babies
and I think about
the women in my life

2005

Submitted: Sunday, September 25, 2005
Edited: Sunday, October 09, 2005

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  • Raynette Eitel (9/25/2005 11:22:00 AM)

    That final line about women really makes this a poem. It gave me pause for thought. Poor little screaming half grapes...and I suppose, poor little women in your life! Hmmmmm.

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