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147th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: The apple cart

by Lee Nash

An apple has a savor, like a man…

if only it were easier to choose.

Round here I have to purchase what I can

besides, my pride has nothing left to lose.

Yet still I hesitate between the Cox

so finely-grained, and something more robust,

the solid Belchard winking from its box.

I know some women really can’t be fussed

but I would like to find the perfect type,

with juices to sustain me and a form

pleasing to my eye, a flesh firm and ripe.

Would it be deviation from the norm

to take a bite from each variety?

I may just risk such impropriety.



(First published in Angle, issue 8, 2016.)

147th Weekly Poetry Contest