October 24, 2011

Alzheimer's Orchard by John Noonan

Evening fog moves in to shroud the orchard 
blackbirds fly in low 
repossessing the whitethorn
as I step across bleached grass 

bend towards a drooping apple
where bees are sculpting out a silent structure 
carving out a white cave 
whittling away the sweetness store
deep inside apple's skin.

Dusk settles on my bare arm as I reach in
touch darkening apple skin
and whisper 

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