Apple
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: April 6, 2003

As the earth circles the sun
and the round universe deepens
an apple remains
Stem up, on the dirty table
encased with a big red
fake expression
Ignoring the scars
pain, wounds, fractured pores
that have darkened
a vulnerable inside

I am an apple
a traffic stop light
with a third dimension
Sitting on the table
in my perfect condition
waiting to be seen