dVerse Poets – For Love of Apples

Oh, bright delight

So round, so crisp,

My eyes will mist

Thinking of the rare day

When a Macintosh comes my way

A childhood treat

Rarely enjoyed this day

They grow in orchards far away

Your thin tart skin, red and green

Opens to white sweet flesh, between

Bites I slurp you’re heady taste

Right to the core, I leave no waste.

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