Friday, September 23, 2011

On the Honeycrisp apple.

Sugar, though icily practiced,
Doesn't stand a chance

Against the dissolving search
Seduction makes prior to

Leaving the caramel of pink
For the blue enameled moraines

As they lie patiently, then couch.

Don't let me be mistaken--it suffices
To provide where healing needs its own new swatch.

It endures on a scab, on the pittance of a patch.

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