Untitled - July 23, 2002

As the weather cools,
and appetites diminish,
a melange of colours pass this way,
sharply cut globes of varying hue,
honeyed yellow - crisp in taste
but yielding to a firm touch,
or pale orange - carrying
exotic tinges of sweetness.

Everything becomes drenched
into the slickest of sauces;
where honey does not compare;
every bite of stickiness
followed by a slight nibble;
all the juices become mixed
into an ambrosia not to be found.