is just a bowl of cherries, split skins, pits,
stems, dark juice laughing down your chin,
fruit flies hovering above. It's like a box of
chocolates, a mountain railway, a taxi, a
bicycle, a cup of tea. A rose, ice cream,
lemons. Melting fast? Make lemonade.
—Tiffany Lee Brown
Excerpted from A Compendium of Miniatures, prose poems by Tiffany Lee Brown. Tiger Food Press, Portland, 2007.