by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Some sea gulls
passed me fast
today
and said
some clocks
had killed
my
apple-time,
leaving
a chilled
body
to sit
on
the warm
cement steps
widened-
eyed against
some
shade
of
sky.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Some sea gulls
passed me fast
today
and said
some clocks
had killed
my
apple-time,
leaving
a chilled
body
to sit
on
the warm
cement steps
widened-
eyed against
some
shade
of
sky.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry
I love this, Ethel – “some clocks had killed my apple- time” – great and meaningful line!