23 April 2012

exiled in season

they asked me at customs
'do you have any food items?'
and i said, 'no,' certain
the answer was true.

later, riding the train
i reached for a pen and poked
my finger on the dried twig
of rosemary i pinched from a bush
near the israel museum.

blood rose to the skin's surface
and i recalled saying at the time
'this rosemary will cause me
to remember.'

that, and the clementine that
made it past customs as well--
round and 'delicious, so sweet,'
exiled in season.

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