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Tiny Apple
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A tiny apple in the tree.
Our straining eyes could just
about make it out in the branches.
I think we enjoyed the thought that something
was smaller than us. It hung deep red
with a sliver of sun shimmering off its surface.
Each of us felt the apple was ours alone.
Each of us pretended an exclusive affinity
with the tiny apple in the tree.
It was our special secret which we would cherish
as if it was the most significant memory of
our lives.
Our collective breath sighing in fruitful pleasure
at what surely would be a delicious bite.
This was the term that separated us.
Half of us wanted to gaze in admiration at
the apple forever.
The other half was planning on
how to eat it.
