my sweet lady in pink
the apple lives large
atop the head of tells
or so the story goes
bad ones get tossed from
beneath bridges by
witness protected trolls
I’ll be damned if you can’t
find a bad seed in this
eight by eight orchard
gravity knows no bounds
not as long as dear Isaac
has anything left to say
fleshy and newly picked
still life object shines
brightly upon teacher’s desk
february two thousand sixteen
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