She enjoys refrigerated plums or
A room-temperature peach
Avocado mashed with asian peppers
I don’t understand the bulbous olives
But it’s okay for her to like them

How did they make those harsh sounds
Sound so good
In that musical composition
How do I accept the death of Nepomuk
Nepo who called himself Echo

Not the first proviso
Not the first proposal
The still life without ever lifting the pen
The plump fruits the glistening sea creatures
Their repetition on a flat panel
How did they trammel that infinity

Are we morally obliged to hope
To expect a Stuckey’s at every next exit

Children do not refer to themselves
In the third person
How do I accept the blunder of representing them thus
Or is it that at any moment
The world should cease to be the customary one

Problems are opportunities
Recited the motivational speaker
Opportunities for more problems
The eternal return of not quite the same

Why should the thought of tasty fruit
Make me sad
Why should a fairy tale put me in mind
Of the Berlin wall
The luscious pulp of tangled fibers
The beguiling juice
The sweet the sour the salty the bitter