spiraling thoughts in free verse poetry

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As I washed a red apple,
and dried it with a paper towel,
I pondered the one
I had absentmindedly
Munched yesterday
While staring at the screen…

It only now occurs to me
I didn’t wash it before
I put it into my lunch bag, nor
Did I wash it at work.
I ponder the chain
From field to hand
That my dirty apple traveled
Before it ended up
In my mouth.
What seedy venues
Did it roll around in
While on its way to me?

Apples are hardy —
They’ve been here forever.
People…not so much.
A small change in O2
Can cut us all down
In seconds.
Yet, there are so many of us!
Dying from a dirty apple
Seems pretty preposterous;
Possibly just a parasite
Will be the fate I suffer,
Which is horrible enough. …


Paula Light

SoCal poet, novelist, cat lady. Old enough to know better. Blog at paulalight.com.

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