An apple a day brings
a sharp taste and some roughage
A wake up call for the mouth
A sphere to behold, to roll around gently in your hands
Perhaps in those moments of contemplation
you pause to shine your fruity prize
Before breaking the skin.
And then into the flesh
Who knows what knowledge will be revealed?
Perhaps you are expecting sweet and luscious
Maybe you are rewarded with
a mouthful of cool sweetness and juice dripping
through your fingers near where you
pierced the skin.
Juicy and Sweet
Or maybe it is suddenly
Tart and crisply challenging
You wince like a toddler tasting lemons for the first time
And you hang in there for the follow up
Hit of surprising sweetness and clarity
A poem a day 