World Round Grape

by Marta T. Coppola


Holding a world round grape
between thumb and forefinger, the truth becomes
a satellite

whose delicacy circumvents the bitter, boiling kitchen
floor, rotation

perfect in its wholeness. Pushing
in through the nodules —

satellite skin green and fresh, bursts
with journey —
Light-years between the hungry earth
and shadowy tongue

we thirst joyfully
for the fruit of tomorrow.


Copyright © 2009 by Marta T. Coppola

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