Pears, pineapple, lemon, orange
All swollen, pregnant with sun
Piaf Debrun, bends over the kitchen sink
Pours froth upon mugs, pans, plates
Like a gurgling jacuzzi
All terracotta Mediterranean bright
A sad tap leans over the rainbow ceramics
It cries over onions and condiment shakers
The spilt milk is out of place
In this olive and tuxedo kitchen
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