Poem Of The Day: Found Fruit In New York City

Our Globetrotting Poet series features the work of Amanda Dettmann, who currently lives in New York City for which this love poem was inspired by. 

I save my love for the thrown out flowers in Broadway dumpsters.

I save my love for China Town cookie wrappers who never see a fortune.

I save my love for that Mike Wazowski lunchbox wiggling halfway down a pothole.

I save my love for cedar and sandalwood candles in SoHo boutiques, the ones that sit behind Champagne Toast and Cinnamon Coffee forever.

I save my love for empty siracha bottles on the loose,

those de-pearled necklace beads floating between subway cars and sewage,

one pregnancy test unused but

wrapper-less and winking.

My love is saved

in a sock. The one I ripped running

to you in three feet of JFK sleet.

My love is saved

in a check. The one unpaid

but still sitting on our dumpling table.

My love is saved

in a parcheesi board. The one flipped

in our last game

fingers competing

who could end up home

without leaving




is my


an apple

in a street vendor’s

wooden crate




Soho, New York City
UNSPLASH Heather Shevlin

Amanda Dettmann


Amanda is an avid traveler who calls Maine her home, but her favorite places include Amsterdam's Christmas markets and Shakespeare's Globe in London. She is passionate about poetry, theatre, and teaching writing to kids and adults with disabilities. She thinks the best part of traveling is hearing strangers' incredible stories. Her ultimate mission? To find the tastiest cappuccino in the world.

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