Bruised Fruit

A lone tree stood under the evil eye

of a blood hot sun.

Blue eyed, blue skinned

fruit djinns danced

And in the heat Red fruit bruised.

She wept

for the cranberry hanging

and he wept for her weeping like a dog.

Seeing her framed against the sun,

his blue eyes ached for sleep and cranberries fell from her hair

in slanted light.