An avocado
And an old grey china bowl
Yellow in the air
It is chalky green
And bleeds from sallow to milk
Toward the heartwood
Its jaundice is sweet
And fattens a deep ochre
In the bowl's hollow
The bowl is silent
Like an abandoned conch shell
Or an eyesocket
The beery tree-egg
In its reptilian skin
Is but sourflesh
And sweetmelt at the
Knife-edge and a flurry of
Rain speckles the yard
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