Persimmon
Poetry by Emily Davidson
in No Frills, a little girl
has learned the word persimmon
and practices near the potatoes
persimmon, persimmon, persimmon
her mother buys the fruit
to try at home
at home, a sparrow
has come in through the open window
and beats its wings against the glass
chirping rapid-fire
sweet, sweet, sweet
the persimmon is split into quarters
the sparrow escapes under the sash