Poetry

Flowers and fruit

After the painting of the same name by William Buelow Gould, 1849

 

Poppies like poppies. Pears, pears.

This arrangement like any other,

each the simulacrum of before.

Even the fairy bells of fuchsias 

in their red skirts outlast corporeality.

That single unripe strawberry

will never decay.

The glaucous sheen on those grapes

like a bleb of trapped light,

or fur on the peaches still 

soft as the day they were picked.

The lesson learned – how to see

how to look

how to taste without eating.

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