I poached the pears in maple syrup.
Saving their browning skins, together with
a wizzled orange and a hardening lemon
my first miracle; the carmelized marmalade,
hot and sweet from our spoons,
the second. Who could have known
tetris-ing perishables would be so satisfying?
Those old hotel soaps slivered
to avoid unnecessary outings,
toilet-paper rolls on door handles,
the plastic that once cossetted chocolates
cut for ice-cube trays.
I suppose it won’t be long before normal
is normal, again. Remind me, then,
please, some evening we’re out for dinner,
our garbage-bins full,
the song-birds muted,
just how good these pears tasted.
Matthew R Anderson
April 30, 2020