The Jasmine Papers
by David Ross
The Jasmine Papers by David Ross, $15.00, ISBN 1-892261-04-9,
available from Words & Pictures East Coast or any fine bookstore
Trundled from trucks
look how they're piled on street stands
like dark green bombs . . .
Careful: you mustn't drop them
with dawn --
The Chinese know when they're ripe
tunk tunk them: their striped flanks --
They're drumming the green tiger
in smooth recumbent worlds --
Cool it -- inhale it -- smear
its clouded heart that's crowded
with dew: that you've taken home --
Cut the wet melon's crisp crimson
it's misted: shot with slick seeds:
you'll smell a mowed lawn . . .
Now you're eating it
its slice of coarse solid fog
that's red with fragrance . .
It might be a sunset.
Its dark green rind pales to white
that's sour like the new moon
The center's too lush to touch
in its rose explosion:
lift it up its grainy slush cave:
bite into it nuzzle its cusp
that's chill with roseness
of Eos and Eve and Eden
in first luscious flush
You're dripping dilute ruby,
there's juice on your face
cling seeds . . .
kids pinch them they squirt
like squids -- plip!
It's official. I pronounce you
November 6, 2001