poem about Apple Picking

ABOUT APPLE PICKING

one is never wrong.

The orchard itself is the correct

answer to any question.

Climbing is a problem,

but gravity solves even that

for some. The round truth

of an apple is sufficient;

being lost here is to be found;

it is the end of the quest,

best friend to cheese;

and can become cider

soon enough. The fall

to the very ground

if it happened, was near

this row or that of reaching,

autumn themes, the cooling air,

a sense of collecting the divine

in a modest wicker basket.

Science is what finds the good

among the bad, the worms,

centring on the crisp core's seeds,

the ample harvest before the frost,

that sweet-bitter-tanging bite,

flight into so many delicious names.

October 19, 2021

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