Wednesday, October 31, 2007

a poem for the sad apples

sometimes, like now
I pick an apple
to eat out of a bowl
on my green counter top
but I question if I
picked the right apple
or whether apples are more delicious with more apples present
whether the other apples
are jealous
not to mention
the other fruits

1 comment:

Andrea said...

I like this poem--ALOT--it makes me sad as well--it also reminds me of a Yackich poem about raisins--I think you can make it more lyrical tho--