Feeding the
Compost Heap

by Alberto Álvaro Ríos

Dried teas and sweet peels, shriveling rinds and still-wet

fruit—
The compost gatherings speak something to the day and whimper

In the night, alive with their odd congress, this meeting of sours,
Blackness, citrus yellows, coffee grounds, hard sticks and green

Leaves half-brown, onion skins and onion itself, apple and orange
Seeds, pear stems and cut grass, old pomegranates and carrot.

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