The problem is not with the apple
But with those who fail to savor its taste
The apple remains juicy, red and succulent
But only for those who have taste buds
Words did not fall like apples from a tree
They erupted like the wroth of a volcano
Only consuming that which is in its path
Soon it will turn from magma to smoke
Eventually the smoke will disappear
And the volcano will remain dormant
New life will spring forth
But only those who have eyes will see
As for the apple
Only the living shall taste of it
©Nina Fabunmi 2016
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