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Pomegranates
his hands curl
gracefully, clenching
the round pomegranate
and a knife that crunches through its thick skin
he slowly clasps each half, deliberately pulls them apart
for his daughter
like a magic show.
he reveals the crimson treasures within,
hundreds of delicate little jewels, fragile pockets of pure sweetness
and revels in each moment as her eyes, and the juicy halves, open wider.
—Beth Kacel
