Fruit bowl

By Wendy Mu

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Standing patiently

On the table, in a proud form

  A bowl filled with harvests

     rich of light grown life

                                                           Oranges, bananas, apples, grapes

                                                                Once a seed, a sprout, a vine

                                                      that drew from the earth, a masterpiece

                                                          Of juice and color, woven with fiber

                                                                                                            Its wish simply to share

                                                                                                              its own form and style

                                                                                                          Sour, sweet, soft, crunchy

                                                                                                         Round, long, spiky, smooth

                                                                         Which will you choose,

                                                                       It challenges you curiously

                                                                       With all its best presented

                                                                           All at once, just for you

 I pick up a banana, then an apple

Then an orange, and then a pear;

        I pick it all because I can,

  The cornucopia at last empty

                                                                     And the empty table piece sits,

                                                                     In content rest, its task fulfilled

                                                                             Of being a fruit bowl