Crisp and red,
sitting on the table in front of you,
formerly the member of a tree,
formerly the hope of an orchard keeper,
better yet, sold to a supermarket,
stuck with a sticker,
washed in the bathroom,
dried with a towel,
thrown in a coat pocket,
dented by a key,
stripped of its stem,
shined on a sleeve,
taken from its own leaves,
twisted off branch and bow
to be brought to this,
and, yet, without on its part a sigh,
without a concerned or incredulous frown,
into your stomach it goes.
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2 comments:
damnit!
awesome! I love the how 3d the apple looks.
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