by Susie Berg
Bless the creator
of this puckered skin
bruised green-yellow.
Bless this perfectly imperfect oval.
Bless the bittersweet compulsion
of the tongue
to taste.
Bless the Sorrento sun and the hillside groves,
the fine pebbled beaches of Amalfi,
these homes that hang
like citrine fruit.
— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 1