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The pears are not seen
As the observer wills.
—Wallace Stevens

1
Sometimes they are pears.
At other times, sirens in a basket.
And, not so often, violins
one tunes with a stem.

2
Pears hold their heads up high,
they have cello-shaped waists and curvy hips.
Buddha adapted their way of sitting
in order to reside inside nothingness.

3
The pears are dressed in a green suit
with red pockets.
The poets among them wear
a felt fedora with a leaf.