March 2022

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The Bosc pears

By Pam Schindler


in this season the pears – 

slender, long-waisted

cinnamon odalisques

with weighty hips –


arrive, golden in the leaf-light


once picked, they put on

a ceramic calm

stilled, like a vase,

like a cat,

a hidden ripeness

under a roughened glaze


tipped on one side

they fall into curves,

their hips invite –

“reclining nude” –

their Modigliani calm

their Matisse effulgence