Teeth excavating an apple,
she stared a wry smile
Curling eyes the while and thinking
On you. With a furrowed brow
never did You care a how-
figure-
On it being true.

Breaking skin like wooden baskets
her Grandpa did collect,
In a season, felt like eden, he
Brought her to respect. And

there she learned a nothing-
Which she keeps it in her heart-
You wondered what she
was Sitting on, Guessed
death, but it was art.