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Leigh Davis

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M. brought us a sweet pineapple-
yellowish and rude and sugary:
it put us in good heart
with its bunch off twenty green peeling blades-
its serrated Ibo or Hausa crown and solid bulb..
S had runnels on her jersey-
Willis' eyes flicked, biting and grinning..
and later the winds blew and the electric
lightning fell and Hawkman was biting and
grinning alone without the pineapple
and S was hiding..
Today half the pineapple remains,
perfect and helpful -
the sun is in our refrigerator.


Last updated 4 October, 2009