Apple
Red mirror shining back
Looking up from the counter
Health
Doctor
The stainless steel tray shimmers
Carefully he wipes it on his shirt
Handing me the bright red apple
Summer
sufficed what they are
I lean and loafe at my ease,
every atom of my blood observing a spear of summer grass.
Retiring back, but never forgetting.
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