yes
i like apples
but why talk fruit?
it’s the human form
walking across the desert
wearing a floral wreath
butter fly
wings on the back
apples – which
turn
into oranges
or
another form of fruit
shooting more
out
then down,
rather than round
crisp –
and the sun is high
while music
in the background plays
while a see thru
scarf, white
blows waist line
way side,
out onto the breeze
mixing dry
sand with
blue
sky.
no
let’s not discuss fruit
or dry skin,
but rather the
anticipation
of later evening
under
stars or under
a winter ceiling
where the
routine is normal
but
love is
cultivated and
necessary
and the water skin
is full
and home from the
river
is a more cobblestone
path……..