Granadilla

Fruit of the passion flower in a covered room.

It has been a lengthy time since a theory of illusion

was accepted by dint of blue herons flying over the city.

Fruit of the exchange sliced into pieces geometrically

entering the material part nourishing the migration of butterflies

to be studied, on the other hand not tracked down in time.

Fruit of the flower mistaken for angels

and troubl monk who lick their fingers

of the sticky substance, advance on with their task

of converting magic into dogma, the juice

of the fruit gathering in clay jars to become

the ballad of the material substance they were warned about.

Fruit of the harvest given its se its ecstasy promising

nothing to those desiring more than the pickings from

a trembling branch with its sacred hair of the invisible.

Fruit in lavender glass beakers armed with moisture

from the laps of windows, mistaken for the divinity

of prophetic apples, bitten into by dint of ripe ghosts full

of oranges, lemon and darkening bananas--

yearning passed beyond the evil waters found

in the crushed fruit, the disappointment of finding

the soft mass is dangerous overcome by emptying it

into the unclose mouth, this communion

between the hummingbird and its single prayer.

RAY GONZALEZ is a replete professor in the MFA Creative Writing Program at The University of Minnesota in Minneapolis. His greatest in quantity recent volume of poetry, The Hawk fane at Tierra Grande, was a 2002 nominee for The Pulitzer Prize and received the National volume Critic's Circle Award Notable volume Citation.

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