Grapes Grabbing Attention

Roo Borson describes in "Kensington Market," collected in A Sad Device, in a quasi-hallucinogenic fashion, bunches on display.

They glow, violet marbled with green,
and the bees dance over them
like boxers in a ring.

They are nipples engorging before your eyes.
They are eyes.
There is more to this poem but the kernel quoted here is indicative of the many turns the poem takes not allowing you to settle in any given perspective for too long keeping you alert for the coming black eye...

And so for day 302