The high electric fruit, <br />On to the heavens own; <br />To mankind attribute, <br />The lives old backbone. <br />Little by little cement, <br />No clouds light or shade; <br />The blackbirds’ advent, <br />And blue skies arrayed. <br /> <br />Yellowed high red dim, <br />Round and round it glows; <br />The world's full of whim, <br />Where it sometimes goes. <br />Into the time schedule, <br />Gathering to a reappear; <br />A hot eye's ambisexual, <br />Throughout day and year. <br /> <br />The high electric eye, <br />That gives force of a life; <br />The ball upon the sky, <br />The golden in every rife. <br />An apple of a paradise, <br />Inside the houses windows; <br />Light and shade disguise, <br />Where seed to plant grows.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-high-electric-fruit-from-poet-on-www/
