The Apple Eye

The Apple Eye

The fall of autumn end-
Left the skeleton of a last burnt orange leaf-

Laid stunned atop loam;
Cold and hard
Like rigor mortis-

Bound-
Veins;

now hardened
Fossils-

Cremation ash grey
Winter earth now tired-

Loved true
Then forsaken.

Transparent ice shelves
clung to tree trunks

Like the rings
encircling Saturn;

Promisary,
Wedding bands.

The apple trees of wild orchards
in the dark frosty onyx night;

seem farther from society
than they really are,

they're
Lined in rows-

They're
Still fragrant

with their stars
unparished.

That he,
And she-

These-
Young lovers crept wild; with apple eyes

slunking under short canopy
With gemmed chests-

Their Fragile fisted ribcages,
loosened to crested palms opening

Entrusting their dyer short lived
flesh fates-

To the fast purpling modern cityscape;
Smoggy kiss over elder orchard boughs

Iron, steel, and concrete clad.
This dichotomy-

of thought
of feel

of actions made-
of place and space,

a realism,
a daze.

Flowering apples of iris greening-
lovers' dreaming

of a futile future
though ever

hopeful

in wait~