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Recipe For Dried Apples
Posted by Brian Dan Christensen in literature, New York, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Verse on October 14, 2016
After summer in New York
Fall feels like spring
And then a birthday in October
Reminds you it’s precious to get older
So you leave town
Shy of the morning commuters
To pick apples upstate in the drizzle,
Smelling the dirt, the wet grass
As your hand reaches for that apple
That the ones before you couldn’t quite reach
And then you drive home like after church
Under foliage the color of all sermons
You find an old Danish recipe for dried apples
You scald Mason jars for aquavit
Adding vanilla, star anise, cinnamon sticks
Then you seal the lids. Winter.