Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Snake, The Apple, and The Child

Fruitful incantation keeps the snakes away
Unless it is an apple that has not fallen far from the tree
Someone will pick it up; man or woman
Dumpster dive and feel heart stricken
What is this new found knowledge
Why are my clothes torn every which way
Who was I and where am I
Questions only a solicitor would know the answer to
The aging apple never ceases to amaze the tiniest child
A thought conveyer, a snakes soothing way


At first, I wanted this to be about Adam and Eve. Next, I thought about a hobo. Finally, a child was thrown in. I believe this poem is more about thoughts than anything.

I hope you enjoy!

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