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Better Apple

The day gets
and intermittently
loud. Spangles
I detect in my
trouser crease
that don’t shake
free, and a beach
texture. What doesn’t
push up through
skin or soil just
filters down, we
find, begging off
to separate craved-
after lunch carts
(to save expense)
or otherwise setting
aside the novel we’re
each of us reading
in secret, to bite
expertly into
the crisp skin
of an apple, year’s
first, whose million
tart pinpoints
sprout –

Posted 06/06/10
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