Among Those Who’ve Been Kissed

Plums and oversized apricots
in a red bowl
At first appear wooden.
The refrigerator comes to life.

Doors open
on either side of the house
Full of furniture and boxes, nests of the future and past.

Outside, a meadowlark sings with gusto.
Inside, love birds
cooing and exotic, country western and hip.

The rocker comes to a standstill.
The armchair, at home with itself, is draped
in a handmade blanket

Like a large man
Done with his day and ready for the television set.

The ache for it all is holier than you think.