I see the sunburn and speckles of scorch on your flesh
the lumpiness that befalls late fruit
the limbs that hold you in your season and
the scars on your rosy flesh from the wind’s wicked thrashings
the stretch marks that open your fruitfulness beyond limit
the jewel-tone bounty that delights the eye and palate
the clusters of red juicy pearls pour from you
the crown bestowed upon you by God and
I see me
