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Doug
Tanoury is exclusively a poet of the internet.
Doug sites his 7th
grade poetry anthology used in Sister Debra's
English class as exerting the greatest influence on his work.
He still keeps a copy of Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And
Other Modern Verse (Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith,
(c)1966 by Scott Foresman & Company) at his writing desk.
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Autumn
Inside Me
Doug
Tanoury
I
pick a pear from a branch
Hanging low
And take a small bite
Just to test the taste
It is sweet
So the second
And all subsequent bites
Are larger
It is cool after sunset
I no longer walk
Barefoot on the blacktop
In comfort
It is a marble floor
Against my soles
I eat the pear
Seeds and all
And only the stem is left
To twirl between thumb
And forefinger
As I wish
I had plucked two
From the tree
With branches
Hanging so low
I walk in darkness
Just after sunset
Without
A remnant of light
On the horizon
Black
Is the color
Of fall nights
I have tasted the season
On my lips
Across my tongue
And there is no doubt
It is autumn
Inside me
© 2001 by
Doug Tanoury
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Volume
II Issue II