The shittiest apples in the world, which are pretty darn great!
Those who have
apples would know that I have the shittiest apples in the world;
but for those who
have none,
my apples might
look pretty good.
And since I never
had apples before,
for I grew up
amongst guava, mango and avocado trees,
these apples I
have now are not bad at all.
This morning
around 10, the grass was wet,
the leaves were
falling,
the trees were
yellowish, some even red.
Between a fine
rain and a light mist,
bucket in hand,
in my mud boots up to the knees,
I walked around
and under my apple trees.
The leaves were
wet and poured on me.
And my apples
really don’t look that great;
but, for someone
who has no apples, my apples,
these apples might
just be the best!
I don’t care that
they are bitter,
that some even
might have no taste.
I have picked
them, I have washed them,
and I keep them
for their smell: on my desk, at the office;
on my writing
table, at home;
on the night
stand, by my bed;
and all over my
books, between shelves.
My apples, I keep
them all over the place.
I know, I have
been told: I have the shittiest apples in the world.
But,
this morning I
picked my own apples,
and for one who
never had any before,
my apples are
pretty darn great!
11:18 a.m.
October 3, 2009
Lebanon, NH
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