“My Mistress’ Eyes Are…” by Jeremy Paden

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green, not like apples or pears
lying about in the grocery produce,
uniform, waxed, and without blemish,
but like the old moonglow pear
at the back of the farm
stippled and streaked with gold
and burnt umber, like the green moss
that grows on the stone fence
behind the pear, like the dappled
green of the forest beyond it
in early June, filled with woodland
flowers and butterflies and bees,
shot through with the song
of warblers and tanagers,
thick with berried brambles
turning from green to purple,
green like the glade
where we saw the yearling
graze beside the old cedar

-Jeremy Paden

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