* Uncollated 5 Short Poems

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APPLESAUCE 2

Spherical firm apples
are sold as is.
Bruised misshapen
apples more quickly
become applesauce.
Wave smashed water
more quickly becomes mist.
The imperfect
are sometimes
more quickly liberated.

FLITTING THRUSH

Have you ever seen a saffron field
  full of bright orange stars  
a tiger lily meadow blush
  strewn with dottings of paintbrush
a fruited tree studded with
a flock of flitting thrush

(to Nancy L whose father gave
each of his children a flower..
hers was the tiger lily)

IRIS PARCHMENT

As always of old
the iris bud unfolds
her gilded parchment
of background gold

but the eye's iris
will unroll
the endless scroll
of her own soul
past where sea
foals
past the shoals
past dry land's
attempts to control

DAWN GREETING

dusk clouds setting
the sun did firesinge
gold fingered glowing
with adoring tinge
and then he slid away
but brought out his final rays
..
a light filled syringe
squirted last cloud with
a rosy fringe
and then he was gone
or so we thought
until he dripped through
morning's gate hinge

ROTTEN APPLE

Any rotten apple's
core-freed seeds
can clothe the earth in
orchards apple-treed.

Of honey bees it is the creed
that the sweetest dew
lies in hearts of
the most rejected weeds.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

to Jennifer, flower
multiplier and
songstress

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great piece
i am gald
you wrote it