Pommes that Built America

################################################################# In French, you have the pommes, Apples that sit on a picnic basket or on the morning Breakfast table, even inside a brown paper bag You carry to work. There’s a lot of sunshine in an apple. How it will always be an archetype Of perfect beauty, when placed before the eye. A beholder’s…

Ode to Friendship

In this barren land, there are mushrooms For the gatherers, some are poisonous, While other leave an impeccable taste.  These fungi, whose fruiting bodies, Are beautified by color, are deceptive on occasion. And we are mushroom pickers, We pick the people who we see eye to eye with, Those whose radar works in the same…