Wild apple

Posted on November 17, 2009 by Dave Bonta

wild apple

That first sacrament’s
cratered snow was already
turning brown
while they marvelled
at its tartness, the luster
& tight fit of its skin,
its curved descent to orifice.
Then oh the aftertaste —
like wood, like clay.


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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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8 Responses to Wild apple

  1. quiet regular says:
    November 17, 2009 at 4:20 pm

    great photo! i’m partial to wild fruit.

  3. dale says:
    November 18, 2009 at 4:57 am

    The last line is so unexpected and arresting: I keep poking at it with my tongue, so to speak.

    And its curved descent to orifice is one of those perfect lines.

  4. Dave says:
    November 18, 2009 at 4:55 pm

    Thanks, you guys.

    I do love apples. I eat at least a half-dozen a day this time of year. So it’s kind of surprising I don’t write about them more often.

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