Two a.m.
and the lettuce heads,
frail green,
are taking a shower.

Frolicking in the night ether.

Produce does not get lonely
does not debouch
in the middle of night
expecting some foreign body

to save them.

Oranges are content to be fondled,
bruised;

the bananas to slowly wizen;

the plums to entice
with their voluptuous hue.

Happy or blithe.
Sovereign in fast withering skins.