"Getting a Taste for It"
by Kory Kern
The basketball is like a big
cheddar cheese ball.
It’s sides like the skin of an orange,
peeled by little black lines.
Round as a pizza, as it spins
through the air.
Speckled like the scales of a fish,
sliced and sizzling over the fire.
Every basket is a bite,
tasting of victory.
"August"
by Mary Oliver
When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend
all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking
of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body
accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among
the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.
this happy tongue.
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