Sunday, July 3, 2011

wine grapes for breakfast





.
Sweet
at first
on the tongue,
hours later
the red grapes
still sting,
as if trying 
to tell me something -
what the hook
tells the fish
perhaps,
or the wand
or stick hears
before conductor 
or mule driver
brings it down.


~ Jane Hirshfield
from Lives of the Heart



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