Standard Bearer
Always apples in the house,
trusty as the lip of a cast iron skillet.
I took a Fuji with me to college.
Few years later, carved a face
on the side of a Red Delicious.
Even the kids thought it strange
to put a dried up old lady
on the window sill.
Midlife, nothing weighs down
a brown bag lunch
like a Gala from the heap.
Yep, doesn’t hurt me one bit
to peel and dice three/four Melrose
and mingle with a stray Lodi
in a Kentucky Apple Cake.
Sure sign. Red Flag. Standard bearer.
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Good poem. I love apples. I especially liked the alliteration “Melrose and mingle.”
I enjoyed this, its lines, especially the last one.
you give me
a Gold Rush
Wonderful line breaks scattered through here.
… an apple a day! And a poem, too! Fantastic!
Love the extended metaphor, especially “nothing weighs down/a brown bag lunch/like a Gala from the heap”
love this it goes with your icon
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trusty as the lip of a cast iron skillet.