Love apples bitten
Raw, red stuck
On with Sun
And sticker, made
In New Zealand.
Cucumber sitting there
Rotting slowly down
Each line, ruts
Of green go
Grey, wasting in
The wan fridge tray.
Lettuce, now, dull,
As before, left
Behind at the counter,
Somehow needless
In the winter,
Out of place, imposter,
Metaphor.
[6th October]
