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The Bowl
this is a fruit salad bowl, she said
it is only for fruit salad, she then admonished me.
it was a simple, large, clear glass bowl
a bit scratched from use,
- but I bought it anyway
from my neighbor's yard sale
I stand here a year later
dutifully cutting melon into it
- strawberries, peach, pineapple
wanted to be when it grew up?
Did it dream of holding champagne?
chocolate mousse?
dried flowers?
blood?
or, perhaps, just crystalline air and sunlight?
I smile at the conceit
but nonetheless vow to go on a vision quest
- and take my bowl with me.
After several decades living outside the U.S. pursuing several careers, Sharon Barr came to rest in New Mexico in 2000 where she started writing poetry. She has been published in Sparrow Forum, Ink Spot, Sin Fronteras, and will have a poem in a forthcoming issue of RiverSedge published by University of Texas at Edinburg.Ê She is currently prematurely retired, but is avoiding getting another day job as long as possible. (August 2007)