La Plonge Poem by Sheena Blackhall

La Plonge



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

Thursday, December 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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