The Pear Orchard

by James Bertolino

This morning her limbs
take her
into a pear orchard
where the primitive form is waiting

her fingers find
androgyny
in the shaft and sphere

she knows in the yellow and green
the intelligence
of Eden,
and in the wet white flesh
the spirit that resides

and does not fall

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