Harvest

-Adam Shellhorse

the luminous, they said              at the end of line and contour

            violence we hearken to             somersault your way under the big tree

Eden’s harvest              didn’t you go back  to Sunday School?

            where Pier Paolo Passolini’s Cristo                  first principle:  the weakest

Italian icon, thumb the rosewood                       baby blue baubles

                                                           
the common name

                                                                                                every one singular

                                                                        we were looking for first hiding places

                                                                                    under the sky and frail we found first principles