Is he the warm chestnut bought from a vendor under the EiffelTower,
the sweet meat, tasting like long lasting truth?
Is he a walnut cracked open by the matriarch at the Christmas table
to be passed around to kids so they could nibble a bit of honesty?
Is he an almond grown in the Middle East, cooked in stews or
pastries for everyone to exclaim, “Have you ever known the wonder
of this impeccable nut?”
Mare Leonard won First Finalist for A Moon a Blood Orange in the NY State DiBiase Contest. She lives and works in the Hudson Valley.