Sphere of Life
by Krista Reichard
Think fat and profound.
Plumpness IS for them, like the serene Buddha on my table.
Tomato, berry-blue, melon, orange...I chew on those words, with pleasure.
They are gifts of the Earth,
But directly from the Sun,
Formed in its own shape.
Why round?
Energy in, energy out.
Powerhouses, their vibrant flesh protects my flesh from our radiant provider.
A cyclic gift, around and a-round.
My little Buddhas burst (into my conscious?)
Juice runs down my chin.
I watch it fall a drop at a time back to our orb.
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