poetry by j matthew waters

forbidden fruit

four small green bananas
three abstract oranges
and two heart-shaped apples
overfill round wicker basket
posturing freely above
false granite countertop

don’t touch don’t touch
the artist with nine brushes
shouts from out of nowhere
putting a halt to hand reaching in
and mysteriously withdrawing
as if overtaken by guilt

december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “forbidden fruit

  1. im closing a short story about trees, and this was oh so helpful.
    You’re good in this world. That’s rare. i admire that. keep rocking

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