Thursday, April 16, 2015

April 16

An apple, which is what she
left behind sitting

slightly askew on its stumpy
gams on the kitchen counter,

an apple waiting for time
to pass, killing time before

it alters into something else,
while she, the girl who will become,

on her way to adulthood,
also kills time as she moves

unknowing and so young
through the renovating air.

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