a secret message
came through the still-life
of rounded apples
in the green fruit bowl:
a tiny dark spot
on one red beauty
the painter knew life
was temporary
so sure, he painted
a speck of black rot
on ripe and seamless
skin
came through the still-life
of rounded apples
in the green fruit bowl:
a tiny dark spot
on one red beauty
the painter knew life
was temporary
so sure, he painted
a speck of black rot
on ripe and seamless
skin