Green Apples


United States
34° 28' 34.5288" N, 83° 51' 28.458" W

A green-skinned apple in your eye,
An autumn sunset, a sweet pink sky,
Who, with that mouthful of stars,
Breathes summer on your meanest scars,
And, with those long-fingered hands
Always busy, lets you stand:
Not alone, but kept aloft,
Newly alive and burning soft.


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