POEM
Fugue
this is just to say I saw the icebox and wheels
rumbling through the figure 5
I saw the white chickens
in the dark city glazed with rain
I saw the figure 5 in the white chickens
the plums that were in gold on a red wheel barrow
the plums that you were probably
saving among the rain water
I have eaten the dark city so sweet
the plums that were so sweet
this is just to say I have eaten the figure 5
in the plums that so much depends
that were in gold on a red firetruck
Peter Pereira, "Fugue" from What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2007).www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: What's Written on the Body (Copper Canyon Press, 2005)
