The Traveler’s Vade Mecum Line #4646: “Vegetation Grows Rapidly”

The Traveler’s Vade Mecum, Line #4646: “Vegetation Grows Rapidly”

Biting  into a Calmyrna fig I taste

the  frantic wasp, how her wings tore off
at the  unripe hull’s door.
How her  ovipositor thrust, failing,
enzymes  seducing her gravid body,
which  had already hauled itself free
from the  goat fruit
swollen  with her sisters—
caprifigs  stapled by the handful to each tree,
married  to the Calmyrna orchard.

I can  hear those paper bags singing.
The air  ripples with sugar.

The farmer  tells me each fig
is a  bloom, housed in its own stem.
My teeth  slice to the nutty roe of drupelets,

a bouquet left on a graveyard stone.   


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