Waiting for an apple to fall up

I eat the round raisins
     like dipped chocolates
     inside a capsized shovel
[spilling softly the meat
                of the streets
                left hanging branches]

A ball gown designed
     inside the spotty periods
     between a & z—
a cutlered set of pie petals
reapportioned amongst the digital
inevitable.

So softly the weeping...
[kept inside waiting
                  golden &
solemn      &     chaste
like a special puppy]

Understand the concept
Of liberty
Without boxes
Rulers
Pops...

Instead a dangerous civility
Where transgressions meet brute force
& the certainty of what is right
[plus the time
future time
all the time
waiting for an apple to fall up]

Stephen Martin, 6/10/2021