still LIFE

a plateful of citrus fruit

sits flush on the smooth

tan table.

eight happy fat heads

convened in quiet

for art

speak in tart tongues,

tasty and wakeful,

tingling what’s fresh

for today’s born-again

taking and making.

these orange and yellow

orbs plus one ancient

brown brush

create a lush

fragrant painting.

several lazy planets

in contemplative play

pig-pile their colorful prayer

perched on top

of a poor vagrant’s

mystical table.