Seasonals (from Ice-Floe)
by Martin Palmer
Sweet pungence rises from strawberries
big as giants' thumbs
as the little knife bobs like a bird's head
through pink cores.
in a porcelain bowl with a black and scarlet
Cream ebbs and leaves
small pits outlined like cobblestones
washed in white under pale light.
Outside the scarred door half open in the blue
and yellow day,
a mound of snow lies like thin sherbet
brought by a runner from the steep hills.
of last year's grass, the pelt of a lost animal
drowned in heavy weather,
dry in the sun striped by catkin branches.
Eating fresh strawberries on a Sunday afternoon,
here to go off-site to Ice-Floe
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