crisp pearl apples hemorrhage <br />splashes of walnut wash <br /> <br />the decay dribbles between <br />my knuckles, silky <br />as impermanence. <br /> <br />how much of life is spent learning <br />to let go: recalling to forget <br />now is not the time for <br /> <br />mastering the art <br />of holding on. <br /> <br />how many bowls of fruit are rotting <br />on the wall of a museum?<br /><br />Indigo Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-life-21/
