November 1, 2000
pomegranate world
don't you want to accommodate
don't you want to grow pressed into shape
all your centers a seed
each a gem of identical juice
to enjoy

Not today
seed lies split on a white metal table
under the lights
under the knife
left empty in an eyedropper's
small pool of red

Now what
seed longs for generous sleep
to regenerate gently the
great salty satiny undersea blooms
whose tentacles twine in colony
fed from the very air