Michael Lee Johnson

Rookie - 72 Points (1947 / Brazil, Indiana)

Harvest Time (V8) - Poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Harvest Time (V8)
By Michael Lee Johnson

A Métis lady, drunk
hands folded, blanketed as in prayer
over a large brown fruit basket
naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard
insideapproaches the Edmonton,
Alberta adoption agency.
There are only spirit gods
inside her empty purse.

Inside the basket, an infant,
restrained from life,
with a fruity winesap apple
wedged like a teaspoon
of autumn sun
inside its mouth.
A shallow pool of tears mounts
in his native baby blue eyes.
Snuffling, the mother offers
a slim smile, turns away.
She slithers voyeuristically
through near slum streets
and alleyways
looking for drinking buddies
to share a hefty pint
of applejack wine.


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Topic(s) of this poem: Sadness

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, July 25, 2014

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