Poem: Song for a Banana

 

Song For a Banana

 

satyr-horned

and moon curled,

 

a sway

of sweep-nosed

zest,

 

our baskets your stage, girds

for your golden waist,

 

you who bow to rear,

smoother than fingerpads,

 

passion-strung—

 

you who furrow banquets, 

lift them mellow

for our reap—

 

you prow of the bowl,

altar of tastes,

 

feed us with your seamed ascent,

your bright arc.

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This is a re-worked version of a poem published in Lucid Rhythms in 2010.  Around this time, I was absolutely enspelled by Neruda.