Red-Fed

The bruised apples comb

Indelicately through the dark

Pine threads

Transit-ly, kinetically

Stimulating the formidable

Bole

The apples above do not want to plunge

Into the bristly baskets below

They want sunshine, to be

Sun-loved, sun-fed

Transported by wildflower

Breezes

The caramel apples roll

Through the magnetic caramel

Esoteric-ly, alchem-meticly

Deepening my

Insights

I remember when apples

Were red, red-fed

An infrared reciprocity

Radiating odes in

My mouth

Clburdett, 2024