In a summer garden
Piled in a blue bowl, sun
polishing their gloss;
the name’s soft consonants
springs water in your mouth.
Don’t hold it by the stem
and slice away the flesh with your front teeth.
Put one in your mouth and feel
its cool roundness on your tongue,
then bite the skin, bruised flesh,
teeth touching a knot of bone
and juice, trickling like dark blood
in the corner of your mouth.
Enjoy that ? Then try Bedern. Midnight geese