Apple Afternoon

Listening to Mae’s original CD,

Sweetly Spring afternoons

of delicious sun warming head

and arms and back while breeze

tickles cheek and musses hair

Destination: Beautiful plays

softly as keys type rapidly,

Critical Questions cannot wait

Not for Mae nor spring

afternoons nor for juicy sweet apples,

the juice running down

my chin and onto pages of Emily Dickinson

fragmented bits of emotion

and desire and song—poetry

written to the rhythm of a celestial melody,

timed against unearthly pauses

and fermatas—Mae’s poetry

and hers mix and harmonize

multiple senses are involved

in the writing of critical questions

Hearing and humming addictive harmonies,

seeing poetry and writing thoughts,

tasting sweetness of apple and sun

and springtime songs—a beautiful world