apple
originally written 12.13.02

look at those trees.
the way that the breeze
sways the red, yellow, and green.
what a scene.

the apples remind me
of my childhood days.
the apples in my lunch,
the way they would crunch,
sometimes whole, sometimes sliced,
sometimes sauced, sometimes juiced.
the apple computers,
the machintoshes, which were probably
shipped from some city near fuji,
to some city near washington,
where some computer geek
was eating a golden delicious.

look at those trees.
the way that the breeze
sways the red, yellow, and green.
what a scene.

--[ how do you like mig's apples? ]--