Honeycrisp

Honeycrisp
The woke press gold upon the roar
which is easy to peel, like stickers off apples
a clarity of variety

Dwells in the shroud and often appears
on perfect nights, the right condition
for service, meekly ordering
scores of dishes
sweet to the eye then returned

Who would suppose her lachrymose smile
meant the plume was rising over

Against that cloud, your palm aglow
on the boulevard raging head of flame
I could only stop for coffee with you
refusing the questioning wallet of thought
that you might draw the sour tree

Some time in your sleep, its droop
upon us, our bodies as fronds in banana-
coloured dawn, peeling freckles
like stickers in the apple-bright daylight.

 

~

This poem grew out of a procedural writing exercise from the first poetry workshop run by Callie Gardner at the new Category Is Books

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