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Joan Logghe
After Horses

                 

Last Thoughts

Exactly at the moment of his death
he was imagining melons. Cantaloupe,
honeydew, casaba, watermelon. Neruda’s
Ode to Watermelon, "fatigue in drops."

Silence. What if he comes to us in melon?
A very funny melon, a ridiculous sit-com
of a melon, three plot lines interwoven
into a final fruity punch.

"Fruit from the thirst tree." What if
the melon is over ripe? What if there’s
past life but no future, reincarnation
as false as heaven and hell. Maybe just this

life and melon. Maybe not even this life
only melon. When you have a child you bring
more melons into the splashy, laden with flavor
world. Can he read over my shoulder?

Ricardo, where is the last lost melon?
The one that rolled away from your mind
revealing only an empty tomb? Knock back
when I pound a melon for ripeness.

A hollow thunk means, "I’m ready." Dull
thud means, "More time." Three for a "yes."
Two for a "no." Séance among vines.
My own last thought still ripening.



Copyright © 2000 Joan Logghe.

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