We left the pomegranates
to leather in the back of the fridge,
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
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.