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Apple-Pear
by Alison McKenzieThe juice runs down my chin.
I slurp to catch it before it's wasted
With a plop on the table,
Or drizzled down my forearm
Onto garments that would never
Fully appreciate the fine blend
Of apple and pear;
Slightly tart but mostly sweet
And sticky.
I don't mind it sticky.
It's a small price to pay
For the crunchy resilience of
This decadent fruit;
Snap of a chunk
And crispy pulp giving way
To the grind of my teeth,
Just enough to fully appreciate
The magic of cultivated science.
10/22/2008 Author's Note: Mmmmmmmmmm, that and a call from Charlie Morgan. What a way to begin a fall morning!!!
Posted on 10/22/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/22/08 at 06:02 PM WOW! And somebody’s got your number. I’ll take my fruit any way I can get it! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/22/08 at 06:50 PM ... awesome..... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/22/08 at 09:33 PM ...and to think my name was mentioned, i swoon with importance from your sweet, caring notice... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/25/08 at 03:40 AM Tasty poem Ali.....CharMin |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 10/26/08 at 04:05 PM mmm... you're making me lust after a fruit... tasty. Qu |
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