Apple Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Apple



The Apple


I ate the apple,
In an awkward way.
That is what people watching,
Would say.

I baked an apple,
You see.
It looked delicious to me.
I couldn't deny that.

I peeled apple today.
I saw them all shiny in their way.
The peels turned around and around,
And the apple looked naked.

I baked a cinnamon apple pie,
The kind that greets the mouth and eye.
The criss-cross crust I crunched so much.
The melted in my mouth.

Saturday, June 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: apple
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