July. Bing season.
Shop-Rite displays a cart inside the entrance
brimming with thousands of tantalizing,
plump, succulent rubies,
only ninety-nine cents a pound, this week.
Pick one by its slim green stem,
pluck it deliciously through your teeth,
bite into its firm, smooth skin
into its luscious, juicy flesh.
Nibble around the cherrystone.
God could’ve sustained us with manna
and perhaps some quail,
but His bounty spreads before us
filling shelves and cases, aisle after aisle,
so commonplace, we hardly wonder at His generosity.