APPLE Poem by Kazue Shinkawa

APPLE



Children's poem
Mom is
peeling an apple

She is unwinding the end of a red ribbon
wound around a round body
round and round. . .

Peeled and naked, the apple looks cold
it looks embarrassed

It's a pity to see it cut in quarters
"May I have it as it is?"
I gently place it
on my palm

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