Sweet And Ripe The Avocado - Poem by Frank Bana
Ripeness is all. From which vantage
To view this curving orb
Tapered to a finely rounded waist?
Honey mustard, soy sauce
Combined and smeared on inner flesh
Yielding up its most exquisite taste.
The largest I have known
Are grown in Swaziland, each one a feast
An entree made of firm and fibrous fruit
Berries maturing on the tree
Fall hard and heavy to the hand
Potent pear of high and low repute
Avocado in my bowl
Provocative, the dark presence among
The oranges that brighten up the room
I wait for you to soften
A little more each day, becoming
Sweet and ripe and ready to consume.
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