Appeal to a Peel
The bite was a crunch.
So wonderful!
One's teeth could do that kind of thing.
Some later bites, performed with age,
cause pain, so awful, so dreadful!
One's bites can do that kind of thing.
But what was peel,
that part of the crunch and the munch?
Peeled off now, and thrown away.
Yet apples remain apples,
taste remains taste.
What is this thing called ever?
(12 Dec 2023)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2023
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