We left the pomegranates
to leather in the back of the fridge,
unrounded withering
thumping hollow
against the carton of milk each morning
when breakfast was through—
a whim during Christmas week
when I thought the idea of ruby seeds
knocked into champagne flutes
or over dense, white yogurt
would indulge
but each morning
the coffee was enough
hot and strong.
Lorraine Henrie Lins is a Pennsylvania county Poet Laureate and author of four books of poetry, most recently 100 Tipton. She serves as the Director of New and Emerging Poets with Tekpoet and am a founding member of the “No River Twice” improvisational poetry troupe. My work appears in publications and collections, and a small graffiti poster in Australia. Born and raised in the suburbs of Central New Jersey, this self-professed Jersey Girl now resides just outside of Philadelphia where I have learned to pump my own gas and order a cheesesteak…..wit.