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Thoughts, drunk on the season’s first apple.

Today I ate the season’s first apple,
a Honeycrisp,
the size of your head.
To hold it strained my fingers.
It was mellow,
tasting mildly of banana,
and it made my mind spin
all the way
to poetry.

# # #

I will condone,
as an adult,
only one thing
to be flung from car windows:
An apple core.

There is, no doubt,
some argument against that;
some innocent wild beast
to choke on the core,
or some native plant
pushed from its one true home
by intrusive apple-shoots.

I do not care.
I eat precisely
behind the wheel,
stripping each morsel
from off the core
like diamonds.

And then,
along some ill-watched stretch
or blind-treed curve,
I fling
with best wishes.

# # #

When I run for President,
mark not my words,
because there is only one promise
on which I plan
to ever make good.

When I am President,
the scientific resources
of our mighty nation
will be devoted
to the creation and nurture
of a brand-new apple —
sweet of flesh,
dappled in color,
resilient in nature,
generous in yield,
to be called
Hobo’s Feast.

Front-page photos
will show horn-rimmed men
in pristine lab coats,
holding up strains
of brand-new cultivars,
practically vibrating
with potential.

When the magic combination
reveals itself,
shy undergraduates,
too fresh-faced or knock-kneed
for the Peace Corps,
will do their civic duty
scattering seeds
in public parks,
in forests,
in empty Midwest pastures,
in vacant lots,
millions and millions,
a far-flung cosmos
of seeds.

And when they grow,
all may reap.
Hungry travelers,
sportive children,
the desolate,
the down-and-out,
and those
who simply enjoy
crispness between their teeth
and gentle sweetness fading on their tongues.

Yes, my friends,
a Hobo’s Feast
on every palm.

I have never lied
to the American people.

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4 responses »

  1. Brilliant! Sent it to Sally Randall, who enjoyed it immensely.

    Are HoneyCrisps your favorite? Mine are still Macouns, which are only available for a very few weeks a bit later in the fall because they apparently have no shelf life.

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  2. I am similarly moved to reverie by the Wealthys and Wolf River apples I sometimes get from the local heirloom orchard. I was once told that Wolf Rivers aren’t good for eating out of hand. Perhaps, unless you remember a lone tree that stood a couple of hundred yards out in a cow pasture and produced only maybe a dozen good apples every year, as big as basketballs, worth tiptoeing through the cowpies to secure before they spoiled or were stepped on.

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  3. Not sure if you’ve read Botany of Desire but this is a great clip on apples by the author: http://video.pbs.org/video/1283863020/

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