Fruit
The colors would have
flickered against the light
differently: yellow or pink.
Life would keep spinning,
stitching, sewing.
Nothing else would have changed.
I wonder about
fruitless things,
things without fruit
and things without point
like the colors I ask for.
Still, the leaves would have
fallen, the air would have been
cold and crisp,
my snow-globe universe
would have stayed upright.
*****
On my deep, enriching discussion in the Apple store regarding whether I should have picked a yellow or pink iPod. (I went with the pink.)
4 comments:
Hey, these are hard decisions to make.
I like reading it knowing what inspired it. :)
Wow. You're so incredible. Writing an amazing poem because of ipods:]
too funny on how you came up to the topic! love your use of the word fruitless :)
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