POETRY: Apple Fools by David Craig

Apple Fools by David Craig

Apple fools we are
Ripe as cups of cider and the horse’s
clodded wake

let the wet mornings come ring out
green beans beneath the leaves pumpkin
piping on the vine
Speckled corn aloft Indian feathered
high on the door

Squash squats on the rafters
pot belly bent legged Buddha stove
boots and coveralls
Give us this grace and all this day
the crowded table the
pinions’ fold

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