A Poem For Today - Fig Tree

[KEN DICKINSON]

Fig Tree

Offering herself to strangers,

ripe purple ova,

sweet sacks of seeds

soft for the squeezing and tasting--

somebody tell her

not to do that!

Sprawled all over the sidewalk

for any dogwalker to finger,

any old lady, hobbling by on her walker, gets one,

or homeless guy settling in for a smoke,

or surreptitious single mother

with her plastic bags,

her army of climbing kids.

Not very ladylike,

crotch open for a sneakered foot,

a panting embrace,

and all that black honey, oozing.

See how her heart’s left

smashed on the sidewalk

for feral cats to sniff,

her intimate goo underfoot,

pecked by pigeons, swarmed with ants.

Should have pruned her harder,

brought her up short

before she showed her desire so freely

upraised arms opening to sky, profligate

branches that could poke somebody’s eye out:

such crazy need to feed the world.

- Allison Luterman

[Patricia Rios]

So difuse... 

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