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Confession
April 22, 2008
Forgive me
they were delicious
—William Carlos Williams
Like Williams and his plums, meat
turning to sugar under skin, I confess
my sin: I’ve eaten the apples
that ferment in tall grass, abandoned
when the life fell out of the place.
With the first cold days, at night
they freeze, then thaw a bit by noon,
last warmth of October
drawing these few incorrigible bees
who still bother to venture across
this rotting round globe.
by Todd Davis
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Categories: Nature in the Cracks
Todd Davis
qarrtsiluni 
Cool! I really love the twist, the apples, the twisted apples, that line break: “the apples / that ferment”.
decadent. (gasp)
That is wonderful.