SUBJECT>Re: The Green Season POSTER>Barbara Silberg EMAIL>barbaralynnsilberg@msn.com DATE>1110853956 IP_ADDRESS>dialup-207-218-213-178.ev1.net PASSWORD>aa.b5wqTi2o36 PREVIOUS>84736 NEXT> 84848 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

I'd like to see more white space inserted and the first "pear" changed to a lime to bring in the color green. Other than that, enjoyed. --Barbara S.

: The Green Season

: The coroner asked if she drank, her throat
: swollen
: to closing, front and back embracing the shape
: perhaps
: of a mouth around a screw-top bottle, or lips
: sucking
: juice from a too ripe pear. I could have told
: him
: late afternoon worked best for her, lips to
: rim,
: her arm from the window, yardarm, her armistice
: with the day, the orange of her nails a slow
: tick of sins
: along the window frame. I could have told him
: we anchor ourselves by things seen, how late
: night
: my father would come, doctor of God, taking
: her temperature with a licked finger to the
: forehead,
: a concentrated measure of essence and heat.
: Again
: and again he bent to her, a steady bow of
: prayer,
: as if he were bobbing for apples, or pears
: ripe enough to sink his teeth into.