Pear

Paisley Rekdal

No one ever died for a bite
of one, or came back from the dead
for a single taste: the cool flesh
cellular or stony, white

as the belly of the winter hare
or a doe’s scut, flicking,
before she mates. Even an unripe one

is delicious,…

My Thoughts on the Piece

I loved how this poem just consists of describing a pear but it’s done in such detail that it seems more complex. I like the structure of the poem especially at the end where it breaks off and ends with the last line.