apple summer

and i could tell
what form my dreaming was about to take.
magnified apples appear and disappear,
stem end and blossom end,
and every fleck of russet showing clear.

-robert frost

today i bought eight dollars' worth of apples

and some apple juice

and i wrote you a letter about apples

and i drew small apples with black ink on scrap paper

and i thought about making an apple pie

but i read shakespeare instead.

maybe i'll make that apple pie tonight

while everybody's sleeping

and when i go to sleep i'll dream of apples

and when i wake up i'll eat one

and it will be just as good as my dream!

APPLES:

THE ATTAINABLE DREAM