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Diane Lockward


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I want to sing

a song worthy of

the avocado, renegade

fruit, strict individualist, pear

gone crazy. Praise to its skin

 

like an armadillo’s, the refusal

to adulate beauty. Schmoo-shaped

and always face forward, it is what it

is. Kudos to its courage, its inherent love

of democracy. Hosannas for its motley coat,

neither black, brown, nor green, but purple-hued,

like a bruise. Unlike the obstreperous coconut, the

 

avocado yields to the knife, surrenders its hide of leather,

blade sliding under the skin and stripping the fruit. Praise

to its nakedness posed before me, homely, yellow-green,

and slippery, bottom-heavy like a woman in a Renoir, her

flesh soft velvet. I cup the fruit in my palm, slice and hold,

slice and hold, down to the stone at the core, firm fist at the

center. Pale peridot crescents slip out, like slivers of  moon.

Exquisite moment of ripeness! a dash of salt, the first bite

squishes between tongue and palate, eases down my

 

throat, oozes vitamins and oil. Could anything be more

delicious, more digestible? Plaudits to its versatility,

yummy in Cobb salad, saucy in guacamole, boldly

stuffed with crabmeat. My avocado dangles from

a tree, lifts its puckered face to the sun, pulls

all that light inside. Praise it for being small,

misshapen, and durable. Praise it for

the largeness of its heart.

 

 

From What Feeds Us (Wind Publications, 2006)
Used here with the author's permission.

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Diane Lockward is the author of The Crafty Poet: A Portable Workshop (Wind Publications, 2013), three poetry books, and two chapbooks. Her work has been included in numerous anthologies and journals and she runs two annual poetry events: The West Caldwell Poetry Festival and Girl Talk. Diane lives in West Caldwell, New Jersey, where she and her husband have just begun doing restaurant reviews at Eating Well Reviews, www.ewreviews.com. Learn more about Diane at www.dianelockward.com.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
jtmilford:
Wonderful poem wonderful fruit time to indulge
Posted 09/13/2014 12:46 PM
erinsnana:
I agree with Wilda--clever and poetic!
Posted 09/12/2014 08:49 AM
Wilda Morris:
Clever as well as poetic!
Posted 09/12/2014 08:38 AM
Katrina:
I have a grove of them growing in my living room, none of which bear fruit, but now I have a friend in Florida, who is sure to have success. That feeds me.
Posted 09/12/2014 07:49 AM
mimi:
Neruda would be pleased with this ode!
Posted 09/12/2014 07:32 AM
Janet Leahy:
My mission now is to leave the house on a search for a ripe or near ripe avocado, nothing else will satisfy. Lovely and rich with language. Thank you.
Posted 09/12/2014 06:41 AM
penhart:
Yummy poem, Diane. Great to see it again here. Also love avocados.
Posted 09/12/2014 06:40 AM
gigi:
Loved this shapely ode the first time I read it and it still transports me to deliciousness. Trader Joe's, why aren't your avocados as ripe as Diane's? Thanks for post.
Posted 09/12/2014 06:14 AM
rhonasheridan:
Mmmmmmm!
Posted 09/12/2014 03:45 AM
erinsnana:
Loved it!
Posted 09/11/2014 11:11 PM
Katrina:
This is so beautiful! When the armadillo curls himself up into a complete avocado, he has got to be unwound. What a sensitive operation. Yum!
Posted 07/27/2011 07:53 AM


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