PAPA PEELING APPLES
I remember the sound of papa peeling apples
paring knife just under starched skin scraping
pectin
making ribbons rivers of thin green spiral
till shaved apple
and apple shaving
made way for sweet eating
this is what time is like
it sneaks up on you with memories
it is a long winding ribbon of hope and scent
it is a necklace you wear like an albatross
or like crystal
or like air
it is love
transformed into blessed complexity
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THE CONE - ISSUE #7 - FALL 2015
By E. Amato