Quote:
Originally Posted by kennyc
Apple
January brings a
solitary apple
that clings in iridescence
to a lonely upper branch.
A desiccated beauty
And why only one?
Squirrels have not touched it
birds have left it be
Poison, profound or pious
I may never know
I’m reconciled to beauty alone
for only crows know truth
Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/8/13
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I have double-vision it seems.