Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Sigrid Bergie Feliciano

July Apple


The crunch and slush sound

Of teeth piercing 

Papery skin,

Sinking into moist

Soft white flesh.


Sweet sharp tart taste tingles tongues.


Another Lodi

Drops gently

Towards the earth

Please catch it.

Let there be

No dull thud

No mushy brownish bruise.


Hold the lime orb 

Up to the light.

Rotate with your fingers,

After each bite.

Chew the summer sweetmeat.

Absorb the juicy tang.


You are raw and fresh and radiant.


Polish your apple afterglow.


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