Apple Picking
In the style of Galway Kinnell’s “Blackberry Eating”
By Gabrielle Young
By Gabrielle Young
I love to get lost in mid-September,
in the giant, organized orchard seas,
to pick apples for my lunches,
the outer skins waxy, a punishment
earned for harboring poisoned seeds
within their cores; and as I stand among them
plucking fruits off of the trees, the ripest apples
descend into my woven basket,
as words sometimes do, certain youthful words
like plop or jewel,
few lettered, single-syllable drops
which I rub, chomp on, and carefully savor
in the hugged, sugary, grandmother tongue
of apple -- picking in mid-September.
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