by Ryan Nardi

Herr Nietzsche's words are like a peach:
prima facie unappealing to eat.
But, upon first bite, the nectar sweet
does bite two, three, four, five entreat.

The prickly, fuzzy skin disguises
what delicacy behind it resides.
And, after one makes such fruit his meal,
he is left with a pit in which a tree is concealed.


Posted on 09/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe David on 09/18/09 at 07:31 PM

This one really grows on me. I have read it four times and each time I like it more.

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