Poems

Poem

Don't be so glum,
plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made 
to be eaten.

But don't you know
that deep within,
beneath your juicy flesh
and flimsy skin,

Poem

Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 
rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.