A poem sample done by may swenson?

"Kiwi"

Fruit

without a stone, its shiny

pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny

black microdot seeds. Skin

the color of khakiImagine

a shaggy brown-green pelt

that feels like felt.

It's oval, full-rounded, kind

of egg-shaped. The rind

comes off in strips

when peeled with the lips.

If ripe, full of juice,

melon-sweet, yet tart as goose-

berry almost. A translucent ring

of seed dots looks something

like a coin-slice of banana. Grown

in the tropics, some stone

fruits, overlarge, are queerly

formed. A slablike pit nearly

fills the mango. I

scrape the fibrous pulp off with my

teeth. That slick round ball

in avocado (fruit without juice) we call

alligator pear:

Plant this seedpit with care

on three toothpicks over a glass

of water. It can come to pass

in time, that you'll see

an entire avocado tree.

Some fruits have stones, some seeds.

Papaya's loaded with slimy black beads.

Some seem seedlesslike quince

(that makes your tastebuds wince.)

Persimmon will

be sour, astringent 'until

dead ripe,' they say. Behind

pomegranate's leathery rind,

is a sackful of moist rubies. Pear,

cantaloupe, grapefruit, guava keep their

seeds hidden, as do raspberry, strawberry,

pineApple. Plum, peach and cherry

we know as fruits with big

seedstones. And fig?

Its graininess is seed. Hard to believe

is prickly durian. It's custard

sweetand smells nasty.

But there's no fruit as tasty,

as odd, or as funny

none

as fresh-off-the-vine New Zea-

land kiwi.