My bride brings me pineapple --
not canned, but fresh
harvested delicious
liquid yellow flesh.
My lovely hunter-gatherer –
innocent and wise –
Braves the many-aisled market
with two strong arms and two keen eyes.
Braves the bonus card bonanza
the Freon, the fluorescence,
the cynical cashiers,
and arrives –
Undaunted and triumphant,
a merchant ship with golden sails
Carrying her blue-bagged bounty
from faraway locales.
Our hidden yellow treasure,
our Ananas comosus,
awaits the knifeblade revelation
of amazing future grace.
And we will know the pleasure
of a longer, deeper taste.
My bride brings me pineapple --
not canned, but fresh
harvested delicious
liquid yellow flesh.
(upon receipt of Winn-Dixie pineapple in June)
East Ridge. But we are also leaving for Honduras in a month or so. Which is what the title is referring to.
If you're a long way from home, where are you?
Tom and Kelly have a blog! Hooray! And I love both pineapple and poetry. This is my favorite first entry yet.
You're a beautiful man Tom Okie. I'm glad you got a blog.
Nice poem.