Four Yellow Apples From Sebastopol [for Francis]
Four Yellow Apples from Sebastopol [for Francis]
why
in
a
moments grace
ending
over
a paper bag's
opening
rising up together
eyes-to-eyes
she said 'beautiful apples'
"i wonder how many i can hold in my hands"
i said:
a quorum
she blinked
smiled
and went away
into the night.
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