First Figs

*after Edna St. Vincent Millay

In early summer I like to go
beneath the canopy of leaves—

Lit up, they have, sometimes, a look
sun-struck, or of candle-flame—

But more, I marvel at the forms
of ripening along the branch: the size

and shape of light bulbs, the slight
swivel at the base when plucked.

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