Persimmon

Don’t be afraid to be weak
‘cause this poem has a fruity aftertaste
go to the Southern bayou belle
telling you not to mix your acerolas
with her carefully woven
and tendered with care
Japanese persimmons
in Cayun voodoo soil of hoodoo
return to yourself
to your cry,
to the tears of hardwood destiny
the one that you carved with your hard work
the persimmons you brought me
last year
go back and don’t be afraid
of this poem with a fruity aftertaste
‘cause the bayou belle
won’t forgive you
if you astray.