A hard, bitter grape
hangs through breezy afternoons
on a gnarled, neglected branch
known to no one.
You reach and snare a bunch
to ripen on your sill;
my pit beats fragrant music
pressing for you.
For a week I musk and wait,
then begin to mold in the window,
alone among the multitude
in mocking brightness.
Gregg Mosson is the author of two books of poetry: Season of Flowers and Dust (Goose River) & Questions of Fire (Plain View). Mr. Mosson remembers the poet Adrienne Rich who died in March, especially her poem "USonian Journals 2000."
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