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She carries a wicker picnic basket
filled with apples smashed to sauce.
They wet the checkerboard cloth
and make the contents a bit messy,
but there’s nothing tastier
than a delivery of homemade
in the wintertime.

The fruits are fizzy and fermented
from sitting in the sun too long,
becoming green, envious apples
though they began
deliciously yellow.

To keep them fresh,
the flesh is washed in wicked witch;
her armpits the secret spice in this mulled cider,
the antibiotic to scare away microbes
before the pretty girl has a taste.

You tried to resist,
Snowy skin betraying hints of nervousness
in the lipstick flush of your cheeks.
You tried to keep your distance from the old lady,
whose skin was a bit too wrinkled and
nose a bit to crooked to be anything
but a bad makeup job.

But you bought Girl Scout cookies last week
and would feel…

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Inspiring piece

The Mirror Man.

To be young again
Is not a possibility
For life has sculpted
What I am.
To return me
Would do me no favour
For my optimism
Would be crushed
By the doubt
That twice spent
Years bring.
To be young
And certain
Brings visage of joy
Slowly eroded
By a turning clock,
Which teaches
The accommodation
Of place.
And the acceptance
Of understandings.

But not always.

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Lovely bit of writing

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A fast-striking weapon with scarlet lightning

Streaking the night of its leathery back:

Don’t try something like this

If you’re not ready yet.

 

Like a beam of the sunlight, split in a prism-

The pain that’s inside us blossoms to colour.

The desert breaks open and soil reveals green:

No more do we feel the need to escape.

 

The old self remains as a counter-example:

Its presence continues by our need for its end.

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Impressive

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As cold as the coldest winter chill
Seeping into my haggard bones
I seek fire
Their January eats me alive
Then February, short and swift
Like a judge’s gavel
Descending, then gone
A loping deer in the rearview
March comes marching by
Left, right, left, right
An uncertainty unmatched
Except by mixed company
An April passes next
Spring thawing
Animals gnawing on food
Defrosted and freezer-burned
But tasting better by the day
As May follows near
A chirping bird on a branch
Spreading its wings
And flying into June
A beautiful girl with pigtails
Dancing gaily in the grass
As warm as summer’s breath
July continues the theme
Burning bright and steady
A car’s headlights on bright
Blinding in its ferocity
Their August takes me unawares
Stealthy and fleet of foot
A secret they share too late
Creative disparity
September eases on by
Indian summer in the air
She dances…

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