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  BelleAmie’s Dad

He’s getting up there now.
Eats Twinkies for breakfast.
Ice cream for dinner.
A little whisky in between.
When she sees him now she always has
the same memory.
He is using his pocket knife
to cut the head off a snake.
Wiping it on his pants.
Then as they come through the old orchard
he takes it out to carve an apple into
beautiful, equal fourths.
With a laugh in his eyes
but a firm mouth
he offers them splayed out on his hand.
Want some?

  Gail Ficher
  Copyright © 2004 Gail Ficher
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