Apple, Your pink satin holds a Blush of deep red and Traces of spring’s pale green. Apple, Your red dress hides Underclothes laceless Over flesh of snowy white. Apple, Your inner core holds Treasures of future trees in Brown capsules of seeds.
How many fruits have filled this bowl? How many tomatoes? How many apples Were peeled into it’s curves? Golden honey-scented pears? How many green beans were served With new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches? Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup? How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries? I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine? […]