Today's poem is by Marianne Boruch

In the hospital parking lot

In the hospital parking lot,
the huge perspiring priest opened
his trunk and gave me
such lemons: enormous, absurd.

Everyone said I was mistaken.
Everyone later, not believing—you've
got to be kidding
—then, really,
when I held one

closer, the driving scent of it, proof.
You know we all die,
he said from the car, from
the open window, almost

an afterthought. In fact, it was
a cool day for Florida, even
in winter. A little coolish—that's how
my mother would put it.

Copyright © 2009 Marianne Boruch All rights reserved
from Crazyhorse
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