The speckled apple

minus its bent brown stem

recalls the scent 

of cloves    a familiar

fall fragrance

squashed between 

two oranges in the 

full fruit basket    it mirrors

sunlight from the window

the apple waits

for someone 

to bite down

carve out gaps


its juicy taste

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