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

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