strange fruit -
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** For Billie Holiday & Abel Meeropol **
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in a dream -
Mississippi, the 50's
lone hike on a sweltry spring-tide day
rolling fields of cotton and wheat
cauliflower clouds like lazy old men
creeping across a buttery haze …
as I walk, I tickle the tops of the grasses
hands open, palms down
blessing them
like mischievous children …
strolling a rise
in no hurry but oddly compelled
ball cap and short sleeves
skin rosy from the midday shine -
naked, dazzling sun, yet …
an odd trepidation as I round the hilltop -
below is a peach grove
in glorious, pregnant bloom
such strange fruit, these southern trees bear
burnished, dark, twisted
slowly spinning in the cruel heat -
and flies …
realization
hits me like a fist
and I retch into the beautiful
blossoms at my knees
turning away in horror and shame
for my skin is white -
the fetor, overwhelming
and he...
was but a boy.
~ For Billie Holiday and Abel Meeropol ~
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early January 2019 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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