Apple Picking

APPLE PICKING Plunder of apple trees Zip line whizzing overhead Soak one, wipe and crunch Farmer’s bag is busting As we leave attendant wipes his nose Scribbles on my bag so grateful He doesn’t touch the fussy bunch One teeters as we step into the parking lot Stops Drops Rolls I fantasize a save Tires rolling…rolling And splat Why do I feel remorse When so many other reds greens yellows Lie exposed under trees With dental marks dents disease Kim Rodrigues © 2016