Brave New Salad

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.

 

[6^th October]