A pint of raspberries rests
in the lap of a pint-sized child.
Lolling in her stroller, she’s
living in the lap of luxury.
“Don’t eat them,” Mom says,
as the little one begins eating,
two-handed, two-fisted,
too much; we laugh until
we grow red as raspberries.
The poems here are from Mike’s series Cornucopia.
Mike Hazard is artist in residence at the Center for International Education in Minneapolis. Visit thecie.org to learn more.
