Poet's showcase


By Barbara Seaman

Inevitably, the apple path.

Light ripens to the color

of dry cider. The wind shoves

and the whole world falls in a heap

or so it seems with one death

or a thousand little losses.

What begins as sweet intoxicant

turns bittersharp.

Pain brews its own elixir.

Sip it -- do you have to? yes --

and watch your hair turn autumn blond,

bleached as a broom

that swings through lucent air

where dust motes gleam

like goldleaf: apple, ash and elder,

though not oak, swept bare.

-- Barbara Seaman is a writer living in Lawrence. Poet's Showcase features work by area poets. Submit your poetry via e-mail with a subject line of Poet's Showcase to mpaget@ljworld.com or send typewritten (not handwritten) submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet's Showcase. Teen writers should submit their work to the 18 & Under page at teens@ljworld.com.


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