holding one Asian pear
a red American apple and
a pomegranate of so distant
an origin it had never had
a nationality unless you mean
aka ‘the spiritual world’
but at first I didn’t notice
the different nationalities
at first it was the explosion
of color in a dark corner
of the room as their forms
and names returned to them
with justified pride and sadness
from prior civilizations
prior creations
when I could stare at them forever
as I did
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