apple/Bridget Massey

the clouds rolled in quickly
during the picnic
the blue of the sky above melting away 
into grey
clouds growing, threatening to spill like
tears
i plucked an apple from my basket 
and handed it to you
the earth began to weep

you dropped the apple
maybe you were surprised by the storm
maybe you forgot it was in your hand
but you let it fall from your fingers

it wasn’t perfect but surely it would’ve been tasty
but you bruised it so i took it back
returned the apple to my basket
it wouldn’t be the same

i gave the apple to someone else
not that day, or the next
but i gave it to someone
and he didn’t care about it being bruised
he bit into the flesh
so crisp and white and sweet.

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Bridget Massey is a sociology major who likes to read and garden in her spare time. She finds inspiration for her poetry in nature. When not in class, Bridget likes to spend time with her dog and watch trashy reality tv.