Two Red Pears
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/11/11/two-red-pears/
The fruit just sits there, waiting
for something to ripen. A rotten spot
distracts from the overall shape, a balance
of curves, the soft flesh juicy
below crimson skin. It just sits there
inviting contemplation, or worse,
the tender bite of hunger, coming at last
so close to the seed at the core.