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The Immigrant's House

The cantaloupes are ripe now
having taken the
early downpours
and wrapped brown husks
sweet fruit.
I brought one home
and it sat in a
brown bag until
the smell warmed
the kitchen.
A single slice
released golden seeds
in a free falling

It spooned like pudding.
And from the empty
rind, I drank
the last
drops of the spring rain.
The Immigrant's House is Rob Smith's most complete collection of poems. Each poem tells a life-story and explores the mystery and wonder of what it means to be human.
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