POMEGRANATE - Guest Post by Taylor Graham

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POMEGRANATE

Here you are — alive.
Would you like to make a comment?
- Mary Oliver

One ruby seed as a memento – already lost
in lush March grass trampled into mud
by hooves or swarmed by a squabble of flies.

This morning, as if still asleep in a dream
parallel to daylight, you walked
the pasture among horses perfectly at home,

not wishing anything. Snow-drops on a stalk,
wild iris in the meadow. Split husk
of pomegranate – you dropped one seed,

translucent as sunrise, ghost of Persephone’s
globed fruit – as you walked between
sky and earth that bears your footprints,

a seed, an unsent letter.