Apples

I have nothing to say,
Which is saying something.

Apples.

Apples are a safe topic,
Non-threatening, easy to
Describe in their round shape,
Polished and glistening red in the sun,
Firm, yet slightly yielding to the touch.

I was watching one of those
Nature documentaries the other day
And the researcher said,
“Flowers are all about sex.”

The statement itself is obvious,
Yet the way he said it, with
His eyes slightly widened with excitement
With that edge of tremor in his voice,
Suddenly the whole subject took on an aspect
Of taboo.

So, maybe apples,
That forbidden fruit,
Isn’t the safe topic I thought.
And I really have nothing to say,
But so much to imply…

-Kenneth Baker


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