Wednesday, April 29, 2015

4.27.15



My hay(na)ku from Monday.

In the Orchard at 39

Your
life has
been so safe.

Straight
Virgo lines
through orchard rows.

Chances
are apple
wine not drunk.

You
wear regret
quietly as armor.

Risk:
A dusty
closet board game.

Rotten
fruit tramples
under sensible shoes.

You
know the
clock is ticking.

You
describe the
color of apples.

Why
won’t you
take a bite?
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